BUSHY PETROS VANTYU
A group of comrades were on the entrance I could notice that others were close to tears.  I could feel that something was terribly wrong with the right-hand side of my body just below my ribs and I could see blood on the skipper I was wearing.  One Coloured guy tore the T-shirt I was wearing underneath and rolled it and told me to press it hard on my side.  I felt very thirsty and asked for water
EAST LONDON HEARING TRC/EASTERN CAPE
15 B P VANTYU
and as I drank it I immediately vomited.  I was taken by three comrades, Mze Mbatemba, Kenenan one whose name I didn't know in an Audi to Grey Hospital in King Williamstown.  As we moved out of the stadium people were crying and shouting that we should stop there were other dead people.
 The comrade I didn't know kept on asking me questions and I kept on answering but I couldn't understand why.  When we reached Grey Hospital I was put on the floor and there were people lying all round bleeding.  Some were crying and others were groaning.  I saw Dr Sekupa and as she passed by I grabbed her by the dress and told her that something was terribly wrong with my side.  She called and someone telling her that I had disembowelment. She put a bandage tightly around my waist.  She also put me on a drip.  Then came Comrade Joe Jongle and his brother Zwai and they took me to Frere Hospital.  I fell asleep when we approached Berlin and woke up when we reached Frere Hospital.
 I was told that I was going to be operated on and my relative had to sign a document.  I asked to sign it myself as there was no one.  The last thing I remember is lying on my back looking with interest at the bright light above me.  The next thing I was lying in a ward with a huge operation scar on my stomach, the hole on my side.  I would like to also demonstrate the operation that was made on my stomach.