NOMBULELO ETHER MSUTU
What happened is I was at work.  I was waiting for a bus.  One young man came from Metu. He asked me when are you going to bury your son.  I asked which son.  He told me your second born.  I said what do you mean, because I last saw my son on Friday.  It was on Monday that day.  I asked him why are you asking me this.  I went back home. When I arrived at home his younger brother was standing with his cousins.  They told me that the police van passed by, it was Nombenqana and Mankayi.  They, Nombenqana came out of the van, they asked the number of my house.  I asked them whether they found my son.  I did not think at that time that my son was shot. I thought maybe he was arrested.   I then decided to go to church.
 In the following morning I went to my neighbour at about three.  I told my neighbour to accompany me to this beer-hall where the police use to drink.  We met some men and asked them where this beer-hall was.  When we arrived there I asked for Nombenqana.  One lady told me that he was not there, but we waited for him.  Nombenqana then arrived and then I asked him why was he looking for my numbers, my house's number.  He then said that he was just looking for, he was just searching for a certain number.  I then went to work, but before that Nombenqana accompanied one policeman and this lady who accompanied me told me to follow him, maybe he was scared of talking in front of the people.  When I confronted him, Nombenqana said there were people who were shot.  He told me to go to the mortuary to look, to go and look there.
 I went back home and then took a bus.  There was one lady in the bus, Zukiswa, together with Pulani.  I told them to accompany me to go to the police station.  When I arrived at the police station I was, I looked all over for my son, but he was not there.  I then met Dunjwa.  I asked him whether there were corpses in the police station.  He then said, he did not know, but he will open up so that we can look.  He opened up, these children told me not to go in.  They then did go in to search for him.  Then when they came back I could see in their faces that my son was there.  Dunjwa came to me and then he asked me why I came alone, why did I not take my brother with me.  I told him that I did not know my son was dead.  When they showed me my son there were bullets all over in his back.  I then went out of that room.  They told me that they will call me when the post mortem was going to be conducted.
 Dunjwa and these children that accompanied me, they were scared.  There was a plastic in that bin, a black plastic.  I then took my child's clothes to that plastic.  Then I was called to sign.  I then went out.  When I went, when I was going back home I did not know what was going on, I just collapsed.  Notazi came, they took me home.  When we arrived at home they showed me his clothes.  There was blood all over.  It was found that Tobile Nobebe shot him in N Street and he dragged him to another street.  They then dragged him, he was not dead at the time.  They took his body in the S-section, next to the Qangule house.  They gave the impression that he was involved in an attack of this house.  Tobile was a policeman.  He tried to persuade my son to join the police force, but he refused.  Strydom use to come and say that he will shoot him if he can find him.  He then said that next time he will take me and arrest me and then I said to him, do that.  
 Even after my son's death, I was not happy. The police were all over, they were shooting all over.  It was worse when the funeral was in the stadium, they were harassing me all the time, I was not happy.