TESTIMONY_GIVER:
  I was still coming there.  There are lots of things that happened.  And others I am starting to remember them, and others I have forgotten them.  It's just so much that happened during that time.  My Khumbulani, on the day he was killed there - the fighting started on the 7th of April 1990.  There was a fight every morning.  We were told that there was fighting at section 14.  It's an area far away from us.  We were very far, we were on section 2.  I wasn't at home on that day, I was with my relatives around on section 14.  Inkatha was going to have a funeral on that day.  They were going to bury a boy called Thami Sindane.  After that it was around about 2 o'clock when I saw ZPs started shooting.  What I did see, I was around there at that time, we were forced - we were all crawling on our knees running away, because they were shooting on all directions.  I can't say there was no place where a bullet wasn't coming from.  I don't even know how I arrived home.  It was on the 7th.  It was on a Saturday.  The people at section 14 they ran away and came to our area, and others ran to the furrow.  Because other children were killed, Simakahle Miyeza and Makhanya, a boy called Mlungisa, was also shot.  They died on that day.  On Sunday the situation got very bad, but it was quiet.  You could hear the situation was tense even though it was quiet.  Many people ran away, others ran to town and to hide in town, and other section 14 people came to our section at section 1.  While we were still there on Monday morning at around 10 we just saw many vans all over.  The vans were fawn in colour.  They looked like the C cars, but I didn't see them on that day.  There were lots and lots of them.  When I heard I heard that they had beaten Msesha Habanyane.  The detective, Msesha Hlabanyane was beaten on the other side.  When he was beaten, the Detective Hlabanyane, at around about one there was shooting all over.  We just couldn't move.  There were even aeroplanes above us.  You couldn't even hide under the tree because there was lots of wind blowing, and they would expose us even when we were hiding.  The situation was very, very tense.  We couldn't even go to our neighbours to ask for telephone.  When I tried to phone the phone wouldn't even work.  When I tried to go to the neighbours to phone there I just heard a bullet which hit at a pole, and then I crawled down and went back to the house.  At about three there was a voice, but I don't know whose voice it was because at that stage we were all confused.  It said all the boys must just run away because the ZP and the soldiers are going house to house shooting them.  So my child and his brothers, the three of them left and ran away.  They ran away, but at the time when they had left they ran to a place called Mkazini.  I was not there because I was at home.  I was telling myself that they are hiding where they are.  While I was still at home it was in the afternoon.