MS XOKISO
During that year, it was Sunday - he was the one who'd like to go with me to church only because the policemen were behind him, I just told him to - not to go to church so I  left him there.  When I  came back from church, she was not in the house - he doesn't like to - he didn't like to sleep out, he just go - went - go out to visit friends and come back, but that night he didn't come back.
 In the morning a pastor came in with three women,   When they come into the house, I ask him is my son dead, they said yes.  Last night I heard gunshots I told myself that my son is involved - my body told me that something is happening to my son.  When they arrived and tell me I know it was the truth.  My old - eldest daughter was with me.
When the time for his burial come the policeman and the magistrate couldn't give me the body - couldn't allow me to bury him on the weekend, they wanted me to bury him during the weekend.  Comrades couldn't allow me to bury him during the week, they wanted weekends.  Policemen denied me the privilege to bury my son during the week - during - in the weekends.
Just because they couldn't give me the weekends, they ask me if -  am I waiting for any relatives from somewhere else, I told them yes I am waiting for my two daughters, maybe they will come with their relatives.  After two months my son was not being buried, because I wanted him to be buried during - in the - during the weekend, not during the week.
On the second month, the magistrate told me that if I don't want to bury my son, he will give him to the prison to bury him and my daughter told me that let's go and bury my brother, the comrades didn't like that, so they said they must no-one go and attend the funeral, because the police couldn't give me the privilege to bury my son during the weekend.  Now they accuse me saying that I am the one who is responsible for the burial on my son on the weekend.  They didn't know that it was the police.
By that time I was alone, I had no-one to assist me - it was the first time I get something like this, I took my three daughters - there were five of us, we were burying my son.  The police told me that we must not have 100 people in the funeral and I told them it's only people from Knysna that can be 100 - what if there is more than 100 what can I do, I asked them.  They couldn't answer, they couldn't even respond, they said if I don't bury my son now, they will give him to the prison to bury him, prisoners to bury him.  So I go with my children to bury my son, there  were five of us in the grave.
 After that it seemed as if I am not go - I was not going to be happy, because the comrades through I was the one who gave the influence that my son must be buried during the week.  So they promised to necklace me with  a tyre.  After the funeral I couldn't go and wash my hands, I had to flee to the Plettenberg Bay, just stayed there for a while and I did so.
 They followed me there, I returned from Plett with the bus from PE, I arrived on Friday evening in the charge office, I asked for a place to sleep.  They gave me a place to sleep and I slept there.  Ons Saturday morning I went to my cousin in Hornley I stayed there for some few days.  I was just hearing rumours that the soldiers going in and out the place and my daughter phoned me to come back home.
 After some few months, while I was at work, there was a white guy and a black guy -  a man from Mossel Bay Mr Plaatjies who was a detective.  They tell me that the State needs some money and I told them that I don't have money.  They ask me if - do I have any bank account and I told them no I don't have any bank account.  They wanted to know what do I have in the house, I gave them the permission to go and check what do I have in the house, but they couldn't do that.
 After that I heard the rumour that I sold the body of my son for R800-00.  I had a wish that those people who said those things, could come out and my situation went back to normal with no ups and downs, but there is another lady whom we doesn't greet each other, because of my son's funeral.  That's all so far, maybe I will remember the rest.