XOLILE DANIEL NTOZINI
No I was not, I got a chance to run away.  After a week they got me, on a Monday morning when I was with a friend of mine.  They were in a private car in which they put me and drove me to the police station.  At the police station we did not walk through the main door, we went through the back yard where there were more than 30 policemen, three in the car who told me to get out when they parked the car.  They climbed out with sjamboks and batons, and I realised then that things were bad. Forcing me out the car they beating me and when I tried to get out the police that were at the back yard already started beating me.  I tried to hide under the car but everybody was beating me, I did not know what was going on, I could not hear anything, I was just being beaten up.