TESTIMONY_GIVER:
  My name is Nomhle Sylvia Dlamini.  I am residing in Sobantu.   I am the only one left at home.   We were six.   I am the only one left.  And the other kids who aren't members of the family.  I am staying at home and I am not working.   I couldn't work all along, because I wasn't allowed to.   Even I tried to take myself to school, but I couldn't and this other kids who are my siblings, I was the one who was supposed to maintain them.   In this past years, I was staying with my mother.   She was a Christian and she didn't know that we were comrades.   One window at the back we removed the burglar guard, after my mother had gone to sleep, we used to remove that burglar guard and went out and she'll think we are still asleep.   One day policemen came at home.  When they arrived there they found that we were not there and my mother realised that we were not at home, and police asked my mother where we were and she didn't know truly and they took my mother with them.   When we came home the next day, we asked our neighbour and the neighbour told us that we mustn't go to our house because police were all over the place the whole night.   During the day my mother came.   I waited there until 5 o'clock and I went inside the house.   I asked my mum, "Mum, what's going on?" and my mother didn't want to talk to me.  She asked for painkillers.   I left to look for the tablets and later on when I came back she told me police came and they took her and they wanted her and she tried to find out from me what was going on.   I couldn't explain this thing to my mother that I am a UDF member.  And her age, she was too old at that time, it wasn't easy for me to explain everything to my mother.  Later on, I saw one man and I knew this man, he was a SB.   I took a child and then I escaped through that window.   Later, police got hold of me, they arrested me. They took me to Hilton and they locked me there.   They didn't take me to court.   I wasn't asked whether I know why I was arrested or not.   They were harassing me.  They used to use a wet towel to hit me.   They used to take me and put me through the window and make me scared and tell me that they were going to drop me down.   Some things I used to know them, letters, meetings, but I didn't say I knew them to the police.   Later on, because I was locked alone, I couldn't speak to anyone, I was confused.   I was interrogated.  They released me.  I found things were not okay at home.  They were looking for my brother, who escaped, up until today we don't know where he went to.   Some of my sibling went to Hammarsdale, and this other one they followed him to Hammarsdale and they shot him, and he survived.   After he was shot, I looked for a place for him to stay.   We went to the rural areas and I put him there, just to hide him there.   I used to send things for him.  Later my mother was taken by police, harassed all the time, and later then she got a heart attack, heart disease, high blood pressure.   And she couldn't get pension.   And later on she died.   In hospital they took time to give her medical attention.   When she died clots were coming from her nose and from her mouth.   I went back home.   Police came.  It was on Wednesday.   They told me I couldn't wait to - for the funeral, we must bury and it mustn't be a big funeral.  It was not easy for me to arrange that.   People came.   Some were from exile, and they came.  I don't know how they came there.   At the night vigil it wasn't good, police were all over.   On Saturday - the body came on Friday and it was a night vigil and the funeral was going to be on Saturday.  The programme was changed and the reverend told me he is only going to do the service at 10 o'clock and we didn't do anything in church.   We were sent to the cemetery.  And while we were there, people came, a lot of people.  I didn't know where they were coming from, but some of them were Inkatha members, and then now people were fighting.  My aim was to make sure that the coffin was going down and people were talking and then I removed the blanket on me, I threw it away.   And I was talking to Thembinkosi and people were shooting each other, fighting.  After we finished - by the time we finished people were injured, and my relatives were not there.   It was just me who was supposed to see what to do.   We went back home and that's where I realised that my mother died because of me, and this was the last time I saw my family. I stayed alone from 1986 up until today.