SHIKO J NTSOKO
During that time I was a student at Mamelodi High, I was doing a std 7 if I remember well. One day it was during Easter holidays, but that time our mathematics teacher said we should not go for holiday, we should continue with our studies for maths and physical science and chemistry. Those are the subjects which I chose, that I promised my parents that I will either be a doctor or a lawyer.     During that time I remember it was Good Friday Eve, I was in, I was a member of the ANC Youth League, but it was not popular then. We were at the time which we should help other students. On that the police came with many vans, I was sleeping in the den room with my younger brother. Both of us were in that organization, then they entered, looked for me, they arrested me to Pretoria Central Prison, where life wasn't easy.
 On Good Friday, there was Sergeant Magobe who was my father's friend. Those are the people who arrested me together with Sergeant Msemane and Brigadier Ferreira. We were few in that van, but in Good Friday they took me to Pretoria Central Prison where we were tortured and beaten.  They put me in a certain room where I found Sergeant Magobe together with Brigadier Ferreira. Sergeant Magobe was my father's best friend, he knew all about us, we took as our father. What he asked me was,"Who are you, being a young person, who do you think you are to overthrow the government?" What I said to him was, "Who are you to ask me that kind of a question?"
  I took it that he cannot ask that kind of a question because I regard him as a parent and no parent can ask me that kind of a stupid question.
 They took me and hand-cuffed me and then they put my hands behind a pole, that is the pole was between me and my hands and they started beating me. I was hanging from above by then when they were beating me. Thereafter there was a desk like this one in front of me, it had eight holes in it, next to Ferreira there was something that looked like it would lock those holes. One did not know what was going to happen to him because your fingers were in those eight holes, you couldn't see them.
 They took something like a wet blanket and then there was a switch next to Ferreira which he switched on and when he put it on you would feel some shock on your fingers. What helped me most was that I was bleeding after that interrogation.