BONGANI CHRISTOPHER KHUMALO
As I have already explained, that when we got to South Africa, we discovered that people were constantly being harassed and killed.
	We decided to open up some Self Defence Unit, the community itself was pressurising us to come up with a solution, which we decided was the establishment of Self Defence Units.
	We also had certain duties that were assigned to us.  It so happened that on this particular day when we were on duty, the Protea police station, or the police stationed to the Protea police station, had come to attack us.  We had an operation clean up that we had instituted locally.
	It so happened that on the 2nd of October during the year 1992, I assigned some guys from the Self Defence Unit, as the Commander of the Self Defence Unit, to go patrol around the residential area.
	After having issued this instruction to go and patrol, there was a specific request that the community should switch off the streetlights, because they were going to disturb us in the duty, all the work that we had assigned ourselves to do.
	The community permitted us to switch off the lights.  One of the Self Defence Unit members came to me, to report that I was being sought at a certain house and I had to go there personally to that particular house.  I went into that house because I knew the people who resided there and as I got inside the house, I requested to see the owner of the house, which was a woman.  I came across the woman, I spoke to her, I greeted her and further pointed out that we request as the community, for her to switch off the front light.
	She asked me the reason why and I explained to her the reason.  I even explained and identified myself, and explained that I was from the Self Defence Unit and that I was carrying a certain duty.  I was attacked by everybody in that house.
	There is a person with whom we didn't see eye to eye and his name is Vugani.  I was accosted, manhandled.  I was kept hostage and I had a hand grenade in my possession.  They tried to take away the hand grenade.
	Whilst, within the same breath, I was trying to explain that I was not attacking them, or fighting them, but I had come to explain to them as to why they had to switch off the front light.  They were quite adamant, they didn't want to listen to me, they just kept on attacking me and the comrades with whom I operated, were outside the house.
	They heard some screams and struggle from the house.  They wanted to take the hand grenade which was in my hand, somebody stabbed me with a fork on the right hand, so that I could release the hand grenade.
	As they were stabbing me with the fork, the safety pin of the hand grenade was mistakenly released.  I told them that the safety pin had been released, and they had to give me a chance to put it back so that it could not explode.  I kept on trying to explain to them, that they had called me to come and explain and what I had gone there for, was to explain as to why they had to switch off the lights.
	During the struggle, the comrades kicked the door open, that is how I got a chance to escape.  My right hand was bleeding.  It happened that I was injured and I got angry at that time, especially because I had not gone there to fight or attack.  I told myself that I am not going to compromise, let me just give them the present that they wanted because they were obstacles standing in our way, and we did not want people who were going to disturb us, especially with regard to our duty to protect the community.
	So they had to accept the present that I was giving to them.  I would like to say how much I regret the incident.  That is Joseph Mazibuko, because that was not my intention to kill Joseph Mazibuko.  I am truly sorry.