MATTHEWS MZUZWANA
On that day we had arranged to hold a memorial service with regards to the Utenhage issue.  As COSAS we organised that gathered for midday at ...[indistinct] High School and our parents would hold the same memorial service in the afternoon of that same day at church, it was at the AME church.
	As I explained earlier on we were going to commemorate during the day and at night it would be our parents.  Then we elected people among ourselves to go and mobilise, to go and inform other students to come to this meeting at 2 o'clock.  To us as students this prayer meeting did not materialise because the policemen chased us and we could not meet together as planned. 
	But the same day late at night we gathered at Vulamasango to meet with the parents as they carry on with the prayer which was at the AME church.  The meeting went on that evening and after that prayer the elderly people requested the youth to go carefully and not pester the police at all.  Even if we sing, we shouldn't sing any song that will lead the policemen to beat us.  We then went out of the meeting, there were people who were singing but I was not amongst the group who were singing. 
	We took a road leading to Botshabelo, I forgot the name of the street.  Before we could enter Botshabelo - we were between the two locations, Bato and Botshabelo, there was a police van called a "Mellow-Yellow" which came to us driving very slowly.  I was together with my sister-in-law and I was telling her the events of my arrest.  
	As we were talking the police van drove very slowly and one person from inside called my name, he said: "Yes Matthews, you are a springbuck" and my sister-in-law said: "Please don't get into an argument with these people, they're trying to provoke you, just ignore them".  I did ignore them, I did not even see this person who was shouting my name.  
	We got right into Botshabelo until at St Peter's church in Pahaleng.  Just when we approached the church this "Mellow-Yellow" that I've referred to, blocked the road.  People were still singing but singing peacefully.  The road was blocked, so we had to walk on the tarred road.  There's a street - I just happen to forget the name of the street but it was close to the tavern, when we were approaching that street the police came with their van, they got out of the car and people ran into different directions.  I was left alone.  
	One policeman who came to arrest me was Nkosi - I do not remember his first name but there were two, it was Nkosi and the other one.  Now Nonsololo my sister-in-law was asking them where they were taking me to, now there was no reply.  They chased her away.  
	I see a name of a policeman here: Ramulefi, this is the policeman who came out.  Lukani whom I referred to earlier on and the other policeman took me to the van and he said to them: "Leave this child, we are not going to be troubled by such a small boy".  While trying to listen to what this person was going to say further, a shot went off and I do not remember what happened thereafter.  I was shot at the ear.