TEMTEM KUHLANE
This child had come from Port Elizabeth and was staying by me.  That was, one afternoon when a boy by the name of Michael came there looking for Mntunyane and I said that he was not there.  He wanted to know where he was and I said he had gone to herd the cattle.  He left and Mntunyane came back.  Late that night this boy knocked on the door and I heard when they closed the door.  I slept.  His father was still alive then.  At sunrise I went to his room, found that he was not there and I sat and waited for him to return.  We all sat outside and waited.  Then a police car came driven by Putumeni and stopped in front of us, in front of our house and I was called.  Putumeni said something and left.  I was called back inside the house and told that Putumeni had come to tell us that Mtunyane had been shot dead.  He was my first born son.
 During the week a pile of clothes was brought to me.  It was red with blood.  I took the clothes and put them outside and that is all.