FELICIA AZANDE DLODLO
I do not know whether they are still alive or not, because when I was in Zambia, I was very different and my mother was living in England with my stepfather, Reverend Simpson and they asked me to come to England and rebuild my life and to work with the British Anti Apartheid Movement, so I arrived in England in 1989, I only came back to South Africa last year, so as to what has been happening or where these individuals are, I would not say for certain.  What I do know for a fact is that while I was still in Zambia making arrangements to go to Britain to be reunited with my mother, I was called by the ANC security to visit a certain house in Lusaka called Green House.  When I got to Green House, I met this lady called Maniki. I hadn't seen her since that day when I saw her at the hotel and I asked what was going on, to which they said that they have evidence that this lady has been working for the South African Security Police and they asked me to talk to her as they needed to find out certain information from her. So I went to her and greeted her by name and she started crying, she wanted to hug me, and wondered how my baby was doing.  I told her that my child was fine but could we get to the point, what was going on, what was she doing there?  I said to her that they said she was a spy.  I asked her if she was one and she denied this. I asked her to explain to me why I saw her going into that hotel the night my husband died, was she on a mission or anything? She said that she was only going there to socialise like everybody else.
 Oh and I forgot to mention this, later on just before my husband and I had left the hotel, she had come to us again and said, Hey you guys, do you know that September is in there playing snooker with the boers? I asked her whether she remembered saying that to us and she agreed that she does. I told her that it does look very suspicious that she moved around in these circles when everybody in the ANC had been told to lie low and here she was going to such dangerous places where these dangerous assassins were coming to play their monkey games. 
 For some mysterious reason that I cannot explain to this day she cried right there in front of me and started confessing and wanted to talk to a certain senior guy in the ANC security who she said is the only person whom she really trusted and could confide in. So I believe they had a discussion but I left soon after that to join my mother in England.
 That is the only information I have about her, I do not know anything about September, as to where he is.