MR LAX
You can take some time to recover yourself and we do understand it's a very difficult story.  I went downstairs to enquire about this shooting.  On the stairs I fell and I was affected at the spinal cord.  I was now crawling.  Sifiso was red.  He was cuddling his father in his hands.  People stopped me.  They didn't want me to come very close to him and after that I collapsed.  When I regained consciousness the doctor was very close to me.  At about 10 o'clock at night, Doreen - my sister who got married at the Mnguni family - told me that my husband had died, and I discovered that there was also a telephone call from an MP member of the KwaZulu and he asked, "What happened to Mkhize?"  My sister, Doreen, answered the telephone and she said to him Mandla had been shot and they didn't see the person who killed him.  The following morning - it was on a Saturday - the KwaZulu MP arrived and said he wanted to hear what happened the previous day.  They related the story to him.  He was together with members of the ZP.  Our members of family were not happy about this issue and they asked him why is he in the company of ZPs.  He said to them they have just escorted him.  Well, we buried my husband.  We were living that terrible kind of life, because every time when we were mourning the cars would come and there would be shots from those cars.  In 1990, I was busy hanging the washing on the line.  I saw a man coming to my house.  It was a long time that I've since saw him, and they greeted me.  He was together with our neighbour's boy, and he told me that he was a chauffeur for the MP and he asked me do I know the killers of my husband.  I said to him, "No, I don't know them", and he