TESTIMONY_GIVER:
  Tedius was at school, at Mlamfe School.  He was belonging to an organization which other people didn't approve of and they told him he wasn't allowed to be at Mlamfe because he was belonging to this organization.  Sometimes he would stay home and not go to school and some days they would come at home to fetch him.  My father one day went to school to find out as to what was going.  The headmaster told my father that this is the life that they are living at school and he was fearing for his life.  In 1990 my brother left school.  He stayed at home from 1990 to 1991 and people used to come to attack at home.  Even though I don't remember that date, but one day they came to my house during the day to attack us and it wasn't just our home which was attacked, other homes as well.  We ran away and then we came back.  We stayed like that for a long time.  We didn't predict what was going to happen.  On the 5th January 1992 the attackers came and threw petrol bombs.  I was staying with my boyfriend at the time.  We had built a back room.  I heard the noise coming from the main house and I opened the door and I realised that my father's house was on fire.  I went to the tap and that's when I got shot and I kept on trying to put down the fire and the people who were inside the house - my father and my siblings - they didn't know that I was outside.  They came out and they asked me if I wasn't hurt.  I told them that I was but it wasn't so bad.  My neighbours made a call to the police and police arrived.  They took me to the clinic.  There was an old man who was from Durban, who came to visit.  And my father's furniture got damaged.  Everything in his bedroom was damaged.  They tried to remove the furniture from the house and we tried to extinguish the fire.  Before end of January we heard that people were going to come and attack J2 section and one old lady came and asked for my father and she told me that my father should wake up, because it's really dangerous outside, and I woke my father up.  I told him that this lady is telling me that we are in danger and I told my father that I was running away.  My father said it's okay, he wasn't going to run away, and then I ran away.  It was at about 7pm.  At that time, because we were hearing guns all over the place, we were scared and I heard that people came and asked where was my father's house and they also asked where was Fundi's home.  Fundi is my kid brother.  And when these things happened I had taken Fundi away.  I told my father that he must leave that area and go to Esikhaweni and we took him to Ulundi.  After two weeks he was at Ulundi.  That's when my father got killed.  What I didn't see is that how they shot him, because it was at about seven and there were a lot of people and I couldn't see a single person or identify anyone, because I also ran away and my father also tried to run to a neighbour's house.  That's where we found his body the next morning.