MATEYISI NDONDO
He was relatively tall, not too tall.  We went to the hospital on the Wednesday evening when I heard that he had been shot.
 He was shot at the back.  I went home and I was told to come back on the Thursday.  I got up in the morning, but I did not go to work, I went to the hospital.
 We were told to take him to Frere hospital.  We went together, when we got to the Frere hospital in an ambulance, he was taken and examined by quite a few Doctors, they said that he would not live because the bullet was in his intestines.
 They wanted to operate so that they could see properly, they did so.  On that evening, the same Thursday, that is when they operated.  He did not survive the operation.
 They could not tell me straight that my child had passed away, I knew deep in my heart that there was no such.  I asked them to tell me the truth, they told me the truth eventually that my child had passed on.
 I took him from the office after he had died, I was shown by the police, I don't know who the police were but it was in East London, the mortuary, this was the mortuary at the hospital.
 When I went back to the hospital I was told that I must request for my child to be taken to Stutterheim.  I was given a ticket to board to Stutterheim.  It was on a Friday.
 I told them at the police station that they must go fetch my child from East London, the one policeman went and fetched the corpse.
 We went together with my older brother.  He had been operated on, we could see.  On the 20th the Wednesday, we buried my child.  There was a consumer boycott at the time.  We buried my child on the Wednesday.
 I asked Mkhululi why it is, he told me that he had killed my son.  I asked why he killed my son, why didn't he come to me, he said that he thought that the boy was grown up.
 I asked if you could just kill any grown up person like that any way, he kept quiet.