GLADYS NTSIZAKALO
Well they came to look for him the first day.  They did not find him.  They came again - they did not find, because he used to like sleeping over his friends places.  And the third day they found him.  They knocked , kicking the doors down.  When he would ask what is happening - they just kicked the door down.  They used tear gas, they asked where Siphiwe was.  It is him that they wanted they said.  Everyone by then was awake.   
Our house was dark because there was tear gas.  They found a bucket underneath a bed, because my mother used to use it to urinate.  They took this urine and spread it on the bed.  They took my son with.  He did not come back.  In the morning I went to ask what my son had done.  I told them I want my child.  They said my child is there.  I said I wanted to see him.  They refuse.  When I would ask what my son had done - they would say he has been detained.  I went to work. He was detained for two days.  
On the third day - I would go there frequently because I would take clothing for him and food.  They refused to take the food and the clothing.  On the third day - the police came to tell me at home that my son is ill.  He is mentally disturbed - totally confused.  When my mother told them that my son has never been mentally disturbed before - what have you done to him.  They said they did not know what is wrong with him and they left.  
After work I went there.  I asked if I could see my son as he is not well.  I wanted to know - I wanted to see myself.  They refused yet again.  They said they had taken him to the doctor.  There's nothing I could do.  I went to work.  The police had no respect - even though I was a parent.  They ill-treated me - they would not let me see my son.  I went home.  On the next day when I went back they told me that they had taken him in the police van to Queenstown.  It was very cold.  It was in June.