TESTIMONY_GIVER:
  It is a hostel.  They came in during the night.  They broke the windows and they threw in petrol bombs.  We were 13 inside the house.  We were 13 in ages, 13 and 12.  Some went out through the kitchen, but I was not able to escape at that time and I hid myself underneath the bed which was next to the door.  This member of Inkatha poured petrol over the frame and the bed started burning, and I was hiding myself underneath the bed, and the bedspread started burning also.  And everybody else in the house had escaped, and they came in, they lifted - they first shot before they lifted the bed under which I was hiding.  When they came to my bed my bed was burning, and they neglected to lift it.  This other one tried to handle the frame, but the frame of the bed was hot because it was in flames.  But I could see their feet as they were walking past, and I could see they were wearing police boots.  They attacked and they left.  I was left inside the house.  When the house was now in smoke I managed to get out and escape.  They went away, and I also got a chance to escape from the house.  I went to sleep at a certain place.  Then the following day we went to the playgrounds.  When I got there I - I think Thulani was 11 years old, and he had been shot.  He was wearing a white T-shirt.  Thulani had been shot on the chest, as well as in the heart.  There was a big hole.  It looked as if they had actually tried to rip the bullet out of the flesh.  His fingers were missing.  His private parts were missing.  They had cut them out and they had placed a liquor, a home-brewed beer box on his private parts, and there was a big hold on the chest.  His tongue was also missing.  I went to make a statement because I was the one who was there.  I went to the police to submit a statement as to what had happened.  Before I went to submit the statement I saw Mr Mkhize, and I saw some tyres in front of Mr Mkhize's car.  I saw him taking some red meat from the tyres, and I was surprised as to what that red meat was doing.  It was in a certain plastic, and he noticed that I had seen him.  He looked at me with some surprise.  I asked myself as to what the meat was doing in a green plastic and between the tyres.  When I got to the police I submitted the statement.  When I came back from the police Mkhize chased me.  He tried to shoot me, but he missed.  I was having a steriliser in my hand, and he shot part of the bottle and I was left handling the neck of the bottle.  But I didn't notice that he had shot the bottle.  I only realised later on that I was left with the neck of the bottle thereafter.  And after that there was this serious harassment, as well as disturbances between Mr Mkhize and myself.  That's when they ended up attacking us.  I could not stay at home at that juncture because Mkhize, as well as Inkatha members, were harassing us.  What causes me to say it was Inkatha that was at my place to attack, they were singing their war cry.  They have some war cries that they utter, and they were uttering their war cries.  They have particular war cries that they utter whenever they attack.  And I had seen one of Inkatha members having something that looked like a baton, and the Inkatha members shot us - shot at us and they ran to Nyosini.  And the ZP Police used to go to that place at Nyosini.  That's where they used to meet apparently.  And thereafter I could not go to school.  I ultimately had to go away from the school, and whenever they looked at my document that said I was Ntuli family, and I was coming from KwaMakutha, I would not get a school, I would not be accepted because of my past and the place at which I was staying.  I went away in 1989, and that's where I schooled.  That's all I can say.