MRS SIKHOSANA
I thank you.    On that day, if my memory serves me right, it was on the seventh.  When I got home from the funeral I was cold because my son had been shot by the Councillor.  What I was told was that there was no conflict at all.  There seems to be a misunderstanding here.  What I know is that there was no fight or conflict at all.  The people only had buckets to spill the feces into the offices and the Councillors' houses.  They went to Ngakane's house.  That's where my son was shot.  From what I've heard, my son was not fighting.  Ngakane was outside with a firearm.  He was approached and told that he should not start any fight.  I think they were trying to negotiate with him and suddenly someone shot and he shot back.  Mr Mgwala's son died and Nlapo survived the attack and mine was killed.  He did not die straight away.  He died after a few months in the hospital.  That was quite a difficult time of oppression.  What hurts the most was when I got to the scene of the crime ... (crying)