SIPHO JEREMIAH MABASO
Yes, there is something I would like to say.  I can just tell you about what I saw personally.  I was from Johannesburg, driving a taxi and I arrived in Durban at half past ten in the evening.  I dropped the people off to their respective taxi ranks as well as buses.  I also went to Durban station.  As soon as the car was empty, I had to take it back because I couldn't take it to the location.  I parked it at Umgeni garage, that's where I left the car.
	Just immediately after that, I left and I was heading home.  Immediately after parking I was just talking to other people and I saw this bus coming.  I ran towards the bus and I boarded the bus.  It was quite full and I was with other people too.  The bus drove along the road.  It went around picking other people.  It even went over the Umgeni river and picked people up from there also.  It went up to Red Hill until we got to a bus-stop where it picked more people.  I was standing right behind the driver because the bus was very full.   
	If  I'm not mistaken, I think those who were standing were almost 15.  Then I just boarded the bus and stood behind the driver's seat.  The bus drove - the last time I remember is when it went past a garage, it went past the robots.  As it was still driving I heard somebody screaming from behind me saying, here we are getting killed but I just didn't pay much attention.  This person screamed for the second time repeating the very same thing that she had said before.  
	Then I turned back, trying to look as to what was happening.  I realised that everybody was moving and there was commotion, people were running inside the bus but I realised that there is something drastic that is happening.  Then I heard some noise coming from outside.  When I listened properly, I realised it was gunfire.  I saw the rear window of the bus getting inside the bus and the splinters of glass were flying all over the place.  I tried to hide myself underneath the seat of the bus but I could not get underneath the seat because at that time when I looked up, I couldn't see.  It was as if I was somehow blinded.  
	I tried to think quickly and I grabbed my stomach and blood was filling my hands.  That's when I started feeling dizzy and I fell.  Then I asked the driver to stop the bus because we were already injured.  Thereafter I lost consciousness, I don't know what happened but I regained consciousness at Addington hospital after about three months or four - if I'm not mistaken.
	I was told then by the police that we had been shot by some White men.  I asked them as to why we were shot, then we were told that certain people had been stabbed and that is why we were being shot.  I stayed at the hospital for quite some time.  When I regained consciousness, I was swollen, my whole body was swollen from head to toe.  I couldn't walk, I had to learn walking all over again.  But what actually disturbed me is that when we asked the police, we were told that some PAC members had shot other people.  
	Now, I grew up as a herd boy.  And I grew up as an orphan, I do not have any sister, brothers or parents.  I grew up at my aunts place.  When I grew up I was always taught that I should not do anything silly.  I was always taught to behave myself, behave in an orderly manner.  Now at that time, I faced so much difficulty, I decided to come to Johannesburg to work and I worked for a White person.  I worked for four years, then I went to work at the flats.
	I worked at Isaac's flats for about five years.  That's where I realized that I should try to look for another job, then I learnt driving.  I got my licence in 1979 - I obtained a code eight.  I went to Hammersdale, that's where I started driving taxi's from '81 up to '84 and in 1985, I decide to get myself a code 11 licence in order to upgrade myself.  I obtained my code 11 licence but the jobs were scarce because they wanted experience.  
	I went to long distance taxi's where I got a job.  I worked and ended up getting married to my wife.  That's how I made my living because I could make some money from my job, it was not like before.  Then in 1991, I wanted to get a diploma so that I could drive trucks.  That is when I got attacked.  Then Mr Botha and Marais as well as Mr Smuts came and attacked me and shot me and my plans were disrupted.  That is when my life changed drastically.
	I could not be accepted back at the taxi rank because I was a threat to them.  They feared that I could invite trouble.  That's when my life changed.  My children suffered, my wife also suffered as a result of that.  I could not buy them anything or further their education.  Even the little money that I had, has now already been exhausted.  I'm being helped by my cousin at the moment.  
	What disturbs me even most is, I'm asking myself as to why they shot me?  What had I done to them that made me deserve to be shot because I regarded White people as bosses.  To me they were like kings but I was very disappointed to be shot by a White person whom - against whom I had committed no crime.  I do not even know anything about politics.  I'm not very literate.  I don't know anything about politics, as well as political organisations.