MS MANGALISO
Tshaka Mandlenkosi Kratshi was my neighbour, then it was early in the morning just before  8 o'clock and we were both standing because his home was not very distant from mine, because our houses at the location are crowded.  We were standing behind the house and he was standing there and I asked him whether the policemen had not come again, because they had come earlier on to look for him.
Then he said no they had not come and he went into the house because he was cooking porridge in the house and there was - Simphiwe was standing next to him.  And I think he was 7 years old at the time, whilst standing there where I was there came two police van and two policemen came - four policemen came out of the vans.  They were Vermeulen, Moodey, Dan and De Villiers - they went into Tshaka's home and I was watching and Dan asked Tshaka in Xhosa why he had not come when they had actually called for him.  Then he asked why they had called for him, whilst sitting there watching I saw the door being closed. 
 I ran round to come and stand just before the gate and I could see Simphiwe standing afar next to another yard and I could hear sounds of them beating him.  I could hear that they were beating him, then I screamed.  There were other people around but I couldn't tell who those people were.  We were crying and Vermeulen threw tear gas at us, I ran away to my house because my sister liked doing washing,  then there were two baths there outside and then I dipped my face into this bath of water.
And I went back to where I was standing before, as I was standing I could see that the door was open and Tshaka was standing at the door. He was bleeding and there was blood running down his neck.  And he looked very tired, I again went round - there were other people who had joined me now and De Villiers was standing outside. Some two other policemen were remaining there and Vermeulen had been standing outside all the time.  Then I heard De Villiers in Afrikaans saying  Give way, let me shoot this pig.   And I heard this sound - it - the - the gun that he used was not the usual gun that has got a loud sound.  I then looked at Tshaka and he was staggering - staggering - staggering and he ultimately fell next to the door, facing downwards. 
We screamed, crying and more and more people came to the scene. And I don't know who brought information to the school and Themba came and asked who had shot Tshaka.  I was still crying and then I pointed at the person who had shot Tshaka.  After that there never was happiness in the location.  Some other police vans came and an ambulance to came and they took out a stretcher and they took Tshaka onto the stretcher, but we could make out that he was dead.  Because when they left they had - his body was covered with a blanket. 
Then they left with his body and in the location there never was happiness after that.  Until he was buried, even after his funeral there was no happiness what so ever.  I pause.