MS MOLEYA
Yes.  It was on the tenth of March 1990.  It was on Saturday.  There, on the road there were noise which were taking place there.  Then we were sitting at home with my mother.  After that we saw police van passing by the villages, after passing by of that car we heard a gunshot.  That gunshot let us to flew to our house and Wilson was not in the, present in the family.  Shortly after that we heard someone coming running and we thought it's him.  While that child was running he was asking for the mother of Wisd  room was on the road side and then I answered, no, I'm not the mother of Wisda, I'm his sister and he asked me to follow her in the road, they've shot Wilson.  Then I went out to, before my mother.  My mother was crying, saying, oh my child might have died.  Then I ran following that gentleman who came.  Then I went to that place.  I find that he was no longer there where he was shot.  He was taken out from scene by other boys and they were taken to a certain Principal who's called Mr Mabela, asking the Principal to rush him to the hospital.
 n arriving there I found that he was shot dead.  For me to talk to him was difficult because he was unable to talk and then the Principal, Mr Mabela took us to the hospital.  There at the hospital my mother arrived and they told us they were, they were waiting for the doctor.  Then Doctor van Zyl arrived and Doctor van Zyl did not tell us anything but he just ordered us to take him to the mortuary.  Then the workers there took him to the mortuary.  
 It ended like that.  He was buried.  His buried, burial, I'm not sure if my mother buried her but in, in fact he was buried by the Messina community and so after his burial, a certain White man came who was called Pretorius.  Then Pretorius asked, told us that the case of your son will come forward and my mother asked, no, how can it come forward because I don't know the one who shot him.  Then they, if my mother was still alive, I think my mother she'd bwe the  one who will be giving evidence here.  
 After the funeral we took it as if that was the end of the story but after that we find the letters coming that we, informing us that we are needed in court.  There in court, my mother was not allowed to enter the court to hear the case of her son.    Subsequent to that  the case was remanded to June.  That was in 1991.  
 In 1991 again the, my mother was barred from entering.  The case, well I might not say the, the right name.  Mr Ntai was responsible for the case.  After that we were told that all the people involved with the victims were seen and we would like to address this to the mother that we are not going to show you who the kill, who killed the son.  We are still taking these documents to Pretoria for further  investigation on who killed him, then we will contact you.  
 Even up to to-day we are still waiting for the response.  Unfortunately, my mother died in 1995 and we buried my mother before she could actually know how her son died and who killed him.