MR MKHIZE
It was on the twelfth of February, on a Saturday.  I came from Swaziland and I came to visit my parents.  Just when I got off the bus, there was an Indian area as well as a Boer area and I had gone to take a bus in the Indian area and I saw an E20 or Hi-Ace in which there was a person who was calling me, using a hand gesture.  When I got there, I saw eight men and showed me some identification.  They were policemen.  They wanted to search me because I had a handbag as well as a paper bag.  They searched through and they saw my written standard seven report from St. Joseph's School.  Previously a teacher had been kidnapped from my school and he was brought to Piet Retief.  He was kidnapped from Swaziland and brought to South Africa.  They asked whether I knew that person and I told them that I knew him.  They asked me what relationship I had with him.  I told them that it was a student teacher relationship.  They asked me what subject he was teaching me and they also asked me my surname.  I told them that I was from the Mkhize family and they asked me whether I knew Soul Mkhize.  I said yes, he's my father and they said Soul Mkhize thought that he was a clever man and at that time they were taking all the contents of my bag as well as the paper bag and pouring it onto the floor of the car.  They stated getting into the car.  We drove and went to Supermac in Piet Retief and one policeman got out of the car and went to buy some liquor as well as meat.  I think they bought about forty eight cans of beer.  At that time I had been made to lie flat on the back seat of the car and one policeman went across the street and went to taxi drivers and spoke to a certain person.  There was a White man as well as a Black person.  Then he came back and we followed that E20 or High Ace which had two occupants.  It proceeded to the Piet Retief Hospital.  They asked me about three places in Swaziland, Ngwenia Park, Two Sticks as well as Fairview.  These places are quite near the Manzini town and I was staying at Ngwenia Park.  They asked me about these three areas and asked whether I knew the whereabouts of ANC members who were staying around that area.  I told them that I had no knowledge thereof.  They said I thought I was like my father who thought that he was brilliant.  They proceeded to the Piet Retief Hospital.  They parked the car near a forest and started assaulting me severely and they made me lie flat on the ground.  One of the Boers from the E20 got into the car and reversed and just when he was about to land on me, they made him stop the car and said they should give me a chance to speak the truth and to tell them information about my father's involvement in politics.  I told them that I knew nothing.  They said they didn't believe that I was a student in Swaziland, there was something else that I was doing in Swaziland besides being a student.  They assaulted me even further at that point.  They did not believe anything that I was telling them.  They took me to the Kombi and took me to a certain scrap yard and said I should undress.  There were switches on the wall.  They pressed one switch and I saw a wire protruding from the wall.  They pressed another one and I saw a hole.  They said I must put my head in that hole and my neck was held in that hole.  They started assaulting me and electrocuting me.  I was naked at that time.  They got my head out of that hole.  They took a cutting torch and said I should stand just like Jesus when he was being crucified on the cross and they switched the cutting torch on and they burnt my chest.  At the time that they were burning my chest, one White man was strangling me with my own shirt and the other one was kicking me, others were hitting me and assaulting me further whilst the other one was burning me with this cutting torch.  They took me to the Piet Retief police station.  At about three o'clock on Sunday, they release me and said I should go back home.