TESTIMONY_GIVER:
  Sithle was at Mchane and they had an altercation with friends and he was stabbed and admitted to Ngwelezana Hospital.  Thereafter he was admitted on the 18th December.  Then his friends hunted him, because they didn't know where I was staying and they burnt my house down and I ran away to stay in town.  Thereafter they looked for me and they got me on the 19th and they told me that my son was admitted, but I could not go to Ngwelezana, because I knew that whoever injured him is going to do the very same thing to me.  They were waiting for me, so I was scared to go to Ngwelezana.  I looked for a doctor who could treat Sithle in town.  Then I was given the telephone.  I phoned Ngwelezana Hospital.  They refused to hand him over to me, because they were still treating him.  Thereafter I went back to my doctor on the 21st and I told him that they had refused Sithle to go out.  Then he phoned himself.  He phoned Ngwelezana Hospital.  They still refused to hand him over to the doctor and he came back and reported to me that they were refusing.  Then the doctor said to me I should wait until such time that they were going to hand him over to me or discharge him.  After quite a few days, on the 26th, there were three men - soldiers - who went to the hospital.  They were sent by members of the Inkatha.  They shot him at the hospital, but he did not die immediately.  He was - oxygen was administered, and on the 27th it was discovered that he had a big hole on his tummy, but he never told his mother as to what had happened.  The nurses filled in a certain form, but his mother did not want to sign the form, because she did not know what the form was for and they said what they wanted to do was to take him to the theatre and operate on him and his mother asked as to why he was not taken to the theatre before, why were they taking him on the 27th, but she nevertheless signed the form and she came to tell me what had happened.  She told me that Sithle was going to be taken into the theatre and she could not go back to see Sithle.  Then she went there and the doctors told her that Sithle died immediately after she left.  She came back and told me that my son had died.  Then on the 28th I received a telephone call that Sithle had been stolen from the mortuary - the body had been taken - but they could not elaborate as to who had taken Sithle's corpse.  From there the police told me that I should come back on the 30th, so that we could go and investigate as to what had happened.  Then I decided that I would go on the following morning.  The police took me.  They showed me around, so that I could identify my son's body, but we could not find him.  They told me that he was at shelf No 11.  The policemen were telling me that, but we never got him.  From there we went to the superintendent and I asked as to where Sithle was.  They could not shed any light as to where Sithle was and I could not understand it, because they refused me permission to take him out of the hospital as a parent and they even refused the doctor permission to take him out of the hospital or to have him discharged.  It was Dr Alexander who refused us permission to take Sithle.  Then I told them that I needed my son, because if it was a white person who had died they would be looking for the body or the corpse, but because the child was black it was just more or less like a dog who had died, and I said I wanted my son, because I wanted to bury him, but they could not answer me and they told me that Sithle died at three, but my wife was there at half past ten.  I could not reconcile the two.