TESTIMONY_GIVER:
  Late in the afternoon there was my other boy whose name is Nkosi, Musawenkosi.  I asked him, "Where is your younger brother?"  He said, "I don't know, Mama.  We got scattered because we were running away."  Later on Sipho arrived.  I said, "Where is the child?"  He also said he didn't know.  While I was still there I phoned Eden Mngadi, who is a neighbour, and - because we were told that our children had run towards that direction.  I asked him if he had not seen my child, he had also run away from home.  There was nobody, nobody could answer the telephone.  After a while there were boys who came, and they came in and knocked.  They told me that my child had been shot, shot by white police.  I asked where.  They said at Mkazini area.  It's a place which is about one kilometre from our place.  I was very confused in my mind.  I left, I went to another person called Sipho Makhanya, who has got taxis.  I asked him to take me with my other friend called Doreen Ngcobo, who has also passed away.  I said they must please accompany me where my child was.  When I arrived there I couldn't even reach near.  I said, "I don't want to see my child full of blood and soil, because it will be a picture that will stay in my mind forever."  I stood far off.  I saw people crying, and my children were also crying.  I just sat down there where I was.  I sat there for a long time.  Eden Mngadi took my child and one other Ngidi boy.  They took him to Amanzimtoti.  I was happy because I didn't want my child to go to the ZP, because they were happy, they were laughing as they were going past my house, saying they have killed a very beautiful boy of this woman, of this nasty woman of UDF.  I was really happy that my child was not taken by the ZP.  My child stayed there at the mortuary until we buried him on the 21st.  That is ... (incomplete)