TESTIMONY_GIVER:
  The teachers were expelled from the policemen's renting houses because the teachers expelled.  We expelled the policemen's children, the same policemen who were harassing us or torturing us.  So they revenged by expelling the teachers from their own renting houses.  We found alternative accommodation for a certain teacher.  We went to a second teacher and then we helped to pack.  We were through then, we were waiting for a car to come and take the furniture so that the car would put the furniture somewhere else.  Whilst we were still waiting there a Nissan van arrived.  It passed very quickly from the direction of the police station.  After 10 minutes the van was full of policemen, and they started shooting randomly.  We started to run.  We didn't even find any chance to run away, then I was shot.  They shot a certain little boy from Motshlome family.  They shot him on the kidney side.  They broke his spinal cord by a 9mm gun.  The teacher who was coming from a certain direction with his car, he tried to turn.  At that time I was able to get hold of the bakkie and then went inside, because I was not able to use my feet.  When he arrived in his yard he was able to collect the people to come and help me.  After some minutes a certain boy who was shot arrived again.  The teacher took us immediately to Dr Nel.  Vusimuzi was left on the scene, lying on the ground.  He's one of my classmates.  He's inside this hall.  He was lying on the ground and we were not able to help him because the police were denying that we should pick him up.  We passed and then we went to Dr Nel, who examined us.  Then he said to me, "The bullet has not penetrated your body."  He gave me three batches of pills and gave me certain medicines which tasted like urine.  Before we left Vusimuzi was brought by the police to the doctor.  They were taken to the hospital.  In the house I showed my mother, then I told her that they said the bullet has not penetrated, but I could feel that I was not able to press where I was shot because those parts were swollen.  In 1992 my brother took me to Welkom so that I should come and stay with him, he said until they make progress about our case which was made.  Then I told him that we have not yet made a statement to the police or opened up a case.  I forgot the warrant-officer.  We didn't make a case about the shooting because our local ANC officials said they are waiting for other people.  I left whilst it was still the same.  Then I could feel that I was beginning to be paralysed.  It was getting swollen.  I went back to the hospital that is in Bloemfontein and I showed them that my leg was not recovering.  I said to them, "Please check once more."  They said to me, "It's going to be impossible just to check, we have to cut your leg open and check it thoroughly," and I refused them to operate my leg.  Even today I am still walking on this troubling leg.