TESTIMONY_GIVER:
  It was on the 11th November 1990 at about seven.  We were together with my brother.  We were going to another family where there had been a death of a member of the ANC.  This boy died while my brother was away, and then my brother said he was going to go and give the condolences to these people.  On our way we were stopped.  My brother didn't switch off the car.  He said he was scared of being stopped by cars.  He didn't switch off the car, but we stopped on the side of the road and some people came out.  When they came out they had guns, they had firearms.  My brother was looking at them through the mirror of the car, and then he pulled off.  And these people who had guns, when we moved off in our car they got back into their car and chased us until - and we thought the better thing was for us to go to the police station, where we would get assistance.  Indeed we rushed to the police station at Madadeni.  When we arrived there we got out.  The car was searched by these very same people who were chasing us.  My brother went to the station commander at that time, who was Mr Mbele.  He asked them, "Why are these people chasing us?"  Mr Mbele said, "Maybe it's rushing you for a ticket that you didn't pay at Mooi River."  I don't know what date was that for the fine ticket.  It seemed it was a speed ticket.  My brother said he paid for that ticket.  And then they searched our car.  They didn't find anything.  The very same guys who were chasing us they told the station commander that we started shooting at them, and my brother, "If we were shooting at you where is my gun, "where is the gun I used, and why are you not arresting me and find this gun on me?"  We left and my brother said he will come the following day to understand more, and we left and went away.  On our way we met another gentleman who is our relative, who is called Vincent.  We told him about this thing.  We went to his home at Kwezi.  We stated at Kwezi until at about 11.  From there we left.  We thought maybe we better go back home and check what's happening at home.  While we were on our way home, before we arrived, my brother said, "No, let us go back to where we come from, tell them that, "We were coming to you, but this is what happened to us"."  Indeed we called the sister, her name was Priscilla Mlambo, at section three.  We told them that we were formally coming to pass our condolences to them.  From there we went home.  When we arrived home we found that nothing had happened there.  There was nothing that was suspicious.  We were not even suspicious that anything could happen, because it was quiet by that time.  It was at about 11.  When we arrived home I said, "I am afraid of sleeping here at home.  Maybe I had better go and sleep to another place.  Maybe these people who were shooting at us will come back."  And indeed I parted with my brother, and my brother went to sleep at section six at his friend's place, Dumisani.  That was the end, because I only heard the following day what had happened.