DR BORAINE: We invite Mrs Nonceba Beauty Zokwe to and Mampe Zokwe to the witness stand please. I'm not sure if it's afternoon but it's nearly twelve o'clock so I'll say good day. Welcome, we are very glad to see you, I will ask you to please stand.
MRS ZOKWE: The story that you will tell is yet another, in the long history of tragedies that have visited this country aver many years. You feel this very deeply and we want you to be very relaxed and Dumisa Nsebeza, who may or may not be known to you, but he is a commissioner, and he is going to ask you some questions to help you make your statements. Please be very relaxed and comfortable.
MR NTSEBEZA: Thank you Mr Chair. Thank you Deputy Chair. May I just begin by saying that I need your indulgence to present to you and to those who have come to listen, and countless others who will hear this testimony through the mass media, one of the most bizarre stories of our times, a story which is clearly indicative of state sponsored murder and equally unforgiven failure of justice. Mr Chair, please EAST LONDON HEARING TRC/EASTERN CAPE
allow me to say it is a story, I have heard so many times because I was one of a group of attorneys when they worked very hard to get this nefarious killing into the open, into the law courts of the land. We failed Mr Chairman. Not for lack of trying, but because the state machinery that represents the machinery your Commission is trying to get a complete picture of was so powerful and far reaching, that some culprits like the murderers of Sithembile, somewhat escaped their day of reckoning.
Chairperson you will hear through the testimony of these witnesses, a weird story of the security police so hell bent and relentless in seeking to snipe out the life of this young man, that when they eventually killed him, in his own home, it was with such unprecedented savagery, such unprecedented brutally, that even a seasoned and an enormously experienced pathologist, the late Dr Jonathan Glackman, coming out of conducting a horrible post mortem, could only say to us attorneys who were waiting, "Well this young man was shot, never stood a chance of survival". Mrs Zonkwe in her own words will tell you how she hopes that the Commission will provide an opportunity for her, not only to be heard, but also for it to use its good offices in establishing the truth, in particular they will want you to establish whose hidden hand it was that made his son's killers kill with impunity, that made them licensed killers and still made it possible for them, even to this day, to stalk the streets of this country as free men, even to this day, Mr Chairperson.
within five minutes, please you must not go beyond that, express how your life, your married life, your children, especially Sithembile, that's the person in question that we're here about, his life and struggle and then you must end up on the day on which you learned about his death. Just five minutes and then we'll ask some questions.
MRS ZOKWE: I want to put my appreciation to this Commission, I am Nonceba Zokwe, a daughter from the Nogaka Family at Inymakwe. I went to school from Sub A to higher primary until up to a teacher's certificate at Blyspoed. That is the certificate I got. As time went on I went to work only at two places, and I met an activist there called Spabalalla Zokwe. I met him, Commissioner, you'll bear with me, I met with him there, it was during those difficult times of struggle, government was oppressing the people. It was removing people from places to places, that was the tendency of that oppressive government.
"Dumisa, I will ask you the permission to take out the name of that person when you greeted as the father of my children", he would say, "the minute that I am not in this house, I am a propagandist of human rights"
He would ride his horse every day morning till night. My husband was fighting for human rights. We had children, the first one was Thobela, the second born was Sibongile, Sithembile was the third and Sbusiso, the last one.
MR NTSEBEZA: He went into exile after passing his matric, he went to Botswana? He came back from Botswana into South Africa. Did he come to you and said to you, "Mum I'm fighting for the freedom of this land", and then he went again to Lesotho, then Angola, then East Germany?
MRS ZOKWE: Yes that public security told me every time when he addressed them he would say, "You oppressors". And he said, "Mum I was arrested in Bophuthatswana, and I was put into prison here in Soweto, tell my dear friends they will never catch me in one state and take me into prison in another. They must either charge me or release me." He just stood by that fact. He went further to say, "I was raised up, every morning, every afternoon, my family was fighting for their human rights, I want to destroy apartheid".
MRS ZOKWE: Well from there I asked to write a letter to the police commissioner, so that they can charge Sithembile or release him. After receiving a reply, there was a reply that he's been deported into Transkei.
MRS ZOKWE: He was working at the cellar, taking beer up and down. It was a difficult thing to follow. He was going up and down, in and out the veld because they were saying he's a communist who was born by a communist mother.
MRS ZOKWE: They were asking him about the training that took place in Angola, and in East Germany. They asked him everything and also about the origin and asked him how did they get on to the struggle?
MR NTSEBEZA: I'd like you to explain to the people and give an account of what happened to him before this fateful day came. I want you to start from the time when he was in Butterworth, where there was a combi with dark windows.
MRS ZOKWE: On a Saturday, he helped me to go and buy some groceries at Butterworth. When he was conversing with the others next to the post office there was this car with black tinted windows and he was taken along and detained in Umtata Prison.
MRS ZOKWE: This youth would never sit down without doing anything. He would say, "I cannot stay even a half a day, he said he becomes blocked mentally", because he doesn't want to say anything besides the struggle.
The other day he came and told me that he was employed for the first time. After a time I was given a company car and then I felt that I should pay this off so that it could belong to him. It ended up unchanged and it still remained the company car. On a certain weekend Sithembile was at home, his colleague Thamsha Noncaba is not here. It came to notice that the car in which he was leaving was covered by bullets, it was beyond repairs. This happened at Dadamba Village. It was clear that the people were aiming to kill him.
MRS ZOKWE: Shortly thereafter, Sithembile was supposed to have come back from his place of employment. He didn't come back as we expected. The only thing that we could find was that on a Thursday he didn't come back. I was with Dumisa the lawyer and there was a call from Chicken Lickin, it was from one of my daughters, and told Themba that Sithembile is EAST LONDON HEARING TRC/EASTERN CAPE
in hospital and that he was injured by bullets. Fortunately, I went to the hospital. I went to the company on a Monday because I had a premonition, because I said I dreamed that this child of mine was looking into death's eyes, and I think this was the second premonition on a Tuesday because I dreamed the same dream again.
So I rushed to the police station at Umtata with Mr Vabasa. We went again to the hospital and we were able to find a statement about him. After that Mr Stofile came in. The police came in and we had already got a statement.
he was there, Mr Dlamini who was there, he came in and tried to help him. When he was still busy this day, we were with the lawyers and then Dlamini came in with a letter which I would never give to anybody. I will take it to court. This letter was bloody and there was written, "My home is at Namakwe, my mother is Maduma. When somebody gets my body, I should not be buried in the fields". It was on the 7th of August.
MR NTSEBEZA: You know even the second time or the following time when he died, there was a so called clerk man, and you were informed that there were wounds on his head that were really the same as he was shot by Ncolo?
MR NTSEBEZA: Mrs Zokwe, we now proceed to the day in January 1988, that is on the day when Sithembile was killed at his home by the police. Most of the story that happened at your house, we'll hear the rest from your daughter. I want you to relate to us now. Can you please start with the first day you met Sithembile, tell the Commission the things you talked about the time you arrived at your house. You were now being stopped, that you will never enter your house because it was now occupied by the police.
MRS ZOKWE: On that day Truth Commission, I was from the wholesale, I met him when he was on his way to town. He was together with my grandchildren. You know he was putting them on his shoulders, there was one grand child of mine who EAST LONDON HEARING TRC/EASTERN CAPE
went with me together to town. This was the third time now, Commissioner, the lawyers have hidden him somewhere, that as after the time I went to Angola. then the lawyers said to me that I was not supposed to know where he was. You know this child was troublesome, he also had this feeling that he wants to reach home, he only came home after Christmas, this was now the first time. He saw me and he gave me a hug, he said "mum, I thank God, because I wanted to speak to you personally, I want to make a will, I want to write a letter that you really brought me into this world, you gave me life and out of that I got education". I want to thank the brain that he had, because after passing his standard 10, he said, "My father was killed by apartheid when I was doing standard 10. Now today if I thank you Mum, I put a crown on your head for helping me while I was in hospital. Police thought there is nothing that I have, nothing left behind, then you forced to take me, you took a risk and you wanted to show that you cared".
MRS ZOKWE: Yes, the police didn't want to give him a visa to get out. Well it was on that day and he said to me,"Mum these police are not going to save me. I want to tell you something, Mum, please help me, don't disappoint me, accept anything that will happen". He said, "Today these police are not going to save me at all".
a girl who could help us. There was a Chicken Lickin outlet that I first went to, there was also a daughter who was a manager at Chicken Lickin, they stopped me and I asked them what's happening now? They said," Sithembile and Tamsanga, have been picked up by the police"
I said," What time?" Sithembile and Tamsanga were together, they were together at school, together in everything, trying to protect human rights, they were in and out of cells together. He was preparing himself because he thought the following day he would be employed and he would settle down. They went into the hair saloon, that is where Noncolo told us everything that had happened.
MRS ZOKWE: My problem was that we were supposed together with my daughter in law, to go and negotiate for the admission of her daughter at school. When I went away from Buttterworth and I learned that they have been taken by the police, I felt that I should take a U-turn and go to the
police instead of going to where I was supposed to. When we went there, this lady was not there, and then again I was concerned that she would be unable to go for employment. When I waited there next to Tsomo, I waited there for a long time. but I couldn't find, yet I was driving my car, I was alone. When I came back, I saw a silhouette next to my house when I got to the gate. I saw also that there were cars next to my place. When I got nearer there were two cars. In my yard just next to the gate there was Mr Tjani who was the leader of the apartheid regime. He was here on my premises. Yes he is a policeman, he is head of the security branch. He said, "Here is this communist mother". I said, "Tjani, I am the government here on these premises, I am the leader and he said,"I am going to kill you." And I said, "The only pain that I know is that when I give it back, and I jumped back over the wall and then I was arrested by these people.
MRS ZOKWE: No I jumped, and when I jumped, the community members grabbed me again because I was heading forward towards the gun. When I looked around I saw Gobeni and all this happened during the night and it was very dark and we couldn't see exactly what was happening. My place was dark also.
MRS ZOKWE: So I had a generator and the police were controlling the child and saying this generator should not be put on. The child who was operating the generator was grabbed by the police and they said he mustn't.
MRS ZOKWE: No I hadn't heard anything about my son at the time. The third time when I was jumping the wall, I saw somebody, it was a van, we called them Vungu at the time but it was a police van. I asked the child inside what the problem was, why did you hide the information that my child is late. No the policeman came and the child was handcuffed at the back. When they went back, I saw them next to the kitchen, and it was not a few minutes before I heard the sound of a revolver. I said, "I am hurt, because I knew that I had to close my son's eyes because I couldn't do it".
MEMBER OF PANEL: Mr Damoi cried bitterly, because he gave an account of what happened. He says he tried to ask this policeman what they're doing and the people shoved him back and they went away with my son, just next to the kitchen where they killed my son.
Tjani was again there, he said again, "I am going to get rid of you by killing you!" Then I said, "You must do it quick!" Mr Mfaso was also the head of the security and he was the best henchman at the time. He was a trusted henchman who was transferred from Cambridge as he was known as he was the best to kill. He was directed to Sithembile and then I wanted to take this bag which he was carrying and throw it away, but when he came, the van reversed in my yard, it trashed my gate and also the wall of my house and then it went over the wall and it also went over the lawn
MRS ZOKWE: Yes, I was hopeful that he was still alive, that he was just being arrested but I had this feeling that something terrible was happening to my son. And the other thing that I could remember was that he said, "Mother, please bear, you must endure whatever is going to take place". Zoli Lesangoni was the other one who came here, who said, "You must not come. Mr Madikizela said I must get away and break ties with Sithembile because he is dangerous".
MR NTSEBEZA: You know, we want to hear this very well, who was Zoli Lesangoni? Did he come to your place and say, the police said, especially Madikizela, they said, he must break ties with his friend because they know that Sithembile Zokwe is going to die very soon and they said also, his days are numbered.
MRS ZOKWE: Instead of coming in, Tjani was here with his squad, as head of this brutality, I saw that this is beyond my powers. I said to him, "Between you and me, you know very well that the truth will come out one day, you know very well that it will happen". He said, "Your son is injured, you must go to the police", and he went and boarded the car and I followed them in mine.
MRS ZOKWE: It was past twelve midnight. I went to the garage, I forgot something, when I went to my car, Mluleki, my next door neighbour, jumped, this Mr Damoi who witnessed the killing, he came in, we went to the garage together. I came around again, we waited and waited and waited at home but I felt that we should go and go to Mr Sangoni and check if our children are there, Sangoni and my son Sithembile. When I got there Sangoni's wife was there and she said, Temba was at Umtata. I told them that Temba is dead and I said they must inform the lawyer, Dumisane.
When we went to the hospital, we went there and we were told that there was nobody with that name. We went back again to Sangoni's place and I was informed that I should talk top Zilindile. They told me to go back home. I said we want to talk to the police. At my place I also have a policeman who is a lieutenant. We knew that each time we have a problem we'll consult with this person.
MR NTSEBEZA: No I didn't go that same, I don't want to tell lies, I didn't go the same day, there was something, I was weak and unable to do anything. The people who were around me were giving me support and they tried to give me whatever I needed. There was nobody to support me, because usually the community traditionally supports the family when it's happening. I was with my grandchildren.
MRS ZOKWE: The first time, there is a half door and then there's a passage. I did not know what happened to the tiles, because there was supposed to be a coffee table. But you could see that there was a struggle which had happened the day before. We went to the passage. When we arrived there I could see a plastic and I could see that there was some burning which has taken place there. When we got inside, I could see it is where Sithembile and the other one were taken.I could see that they were taken there in that room. There was wardrobe just behind the door, there were also suitcases on top of this wardrobe, but when we came in, all these suitcases were all on the floor and they had bullet holes. There were two suitcases, they are still there. Everything was in tatters having been destroyed by the bullets that were shot at the suitcases.
bed, there was what looked like blood. It was just a big dot and would need a lot of water to be washed away. Now on the other side, there was a hole in the concrete or just dust from the concrete. There was a leather jacket and a few things in the wardrobe that I cannot remember any more in that wardrobe. They were all burned close to ash. Now we entered into the house there were mugs close to the door. I don't know why they were there. There was another spot on the wall, you know the curtain is still there even today, it was really torn apart. There's a built in wardrobe from the bathroom into the passage. There were holes and holes, spots and spots, we don't know what really happened, even the handles were broken.
MRS ZOKWE: I have forgotten about the number of the bullet holes, but what I can remember is that when the experts came in, they looked around and tried to see any clues and we could find five bullet shells.
MRS ZOKWE: Can I please take a few minutes and say something? The lawyers came in on the following day, Zaluba and Vabasa, they came in. One of the children who was there cried a lot because he was there when this happened. He gave the statement over. When we got there at the lawyers' offices, Schoolboy, in other words Tamsanga, who was a friend to my son, cried bitterly and said, "I have come".
The lawyers wanted to phone the security officers. Tamsanga was the one who was called in by the security, so the lawyers said they must come and tell why they wanted him. A statement was taken from the schoolboy, there was also a reporter from one of the newspapers. the journalist took the schoolboy and they went to my daughter at the hair saloon. At the same time there was a call from London, and they were taking statements of what has happened, and that when he came back this journalist, we could find that they have taken a lot of information from us.
MRS ZOKWE: I tried my best together with my lawyers that we should go and see where the child was. The security officers were questioned by the lawyers about this. The all denied knowledge of anything. They also said we must wait, when they investigate they will find out what has happened. There was a prosecutor who told us that there was a body which was found and at it was identified as that of Sithembile. It was in the mortuary.
We went with my lawyers and family members to this mortuary and we saw and identified him as being my son. the child was on a stretcher at the time, he was all smiles in his death. The sermon which he used to preach to us, he would tell us that, you must never crumble the apartheid when you are angry.
although he was dead. What i realised that part of the top of his shirt was torn off. When we were still looking around there, we were trying to get information from the security officers again, I noticed something on the right side of his head and I realised that something was oozing from the wound. When I came forward and tried to pull on this , it came out with part of the brain. The person who was just behind me couldn't handle this and he broke down. You know I was proud because I knew why my child had died.
"It was apparently an exit wound in the middle of the dorsal, low down on the left side of the head in the tember or cubical region. Posterior and distal to the ear the ear there is a lacerated wound in which many tiny bone fragments and brain substance could be identified. This is related to a wound on the right side, about 10 cm proximal and slightly anterior to the right pinna. Probing these wounds, a definable track through the brain was readily determined."
MRS ZOKWE: Something happened, some mystery Happened while they were in prison. We were given an assurance that they will never be released. They will never be bailed out. Not long thereafter, the policemen from my family Lieutenant Zokwe has never set a foot at my house, I only saw him through the window walking outside and he just sent a child into the shop to call me. This person never washed his hands. Well he didn't want to come closer. I went to see him and I greeted him and he said, "I'm here to tell you that the police have escaped".
MRS ZOKWE: Yes my son came to tell me that the police have escaped from the cells. I cried and he repeated this time and time again, and I said to him, "Thankyou very much. There is one thing that you didn't do, you buried this child but you never washed your hands, what you should do is to take a dish and wash your hands".
MRS ZOKWE: He said, "The police escaped". And I asked him, "what did Holomisa say?" Holomisa was now in charge. The investigative officer who was in charge was killed, then this was taken by Holomisa and his government. He was now laughing at me. Who was Holomisa after all to be involved in such difficult cases?
MR NTSEBEZA: In other words you are here today to tell us or ask that maybe, if you can express your heartfelt feelings to this Commission, when should this really stop, this thing of killing people and then going free? Would you like the Commission to do something about that?
ARCHBISHOP TUTU: Thank you very much. We have nothing to say further. We cannot express oh but a thousand ...(indistinct) to tell the pain that is being born by you as a family. Let us stand. We'll be coming back at two.
MR NTSEBEZA: Thank you Mr Chairman. Mandi are you going to speak English or Xhosa? You must be very slow and your relaxed. The interpreters were complaining that your mum was very fast. They tried their best but they couldn't. The other thing is that she was speaking in a difficult tense. Now Mandi I am really trying, I want to find out. Can you remember that day. I would like your heart to be very quiet, your mother has already said everything that I think should really be heard by this Commission, your's is just to explain. Can you please explain the arrival of these people on that day? You have already indicated that you are a grandchild to Mrs Zokwe.
MR NTSEBEZA: While you were sitting? If I am mistaken you must tell me that I am. You were peeping through a window and you saw two cars, one of those cars was a Cressida and the other one was a Sierra? You didn't see the number plates, is that so?
MS MANDI ZOKWE: No they went outside because they realised the police were heavily armed, so they went to see what was happening. They went out and left me alone. But I didn't go out, I was used to the police, I wasn't even scared of them because they would come every time they wanted to. They are killers, they are dogs. I'm saying this because we used to call them by that name and I'm still using the name, dogs.
ready. At the time of the gunshot, they were looking around. They thought he would come out running so that they can shoot him instantly. Well I left the shop and I locked it, and I went to the next door neighbours, no people were there. Well I waited there, gunshots went on and on and on. It wasn't only a single gunshot, it was a series of them. It sounded like a machine gun, but they didn't want anyone to come nearer to the yard.
MS MANDI ZOKWE: When they arrived it was about half past three. I think it was in the evening half past five to six, Pepi came back from where she was, the police were still at home and they didn't allow her to get into the house. So we sat, all of us outside. I think I've indicated in my statement what clothes they were wearing. I don't think if they can be put here now I can identify them, because at the time I was very young, 14 years. This whole thing happened, she wanted to hear what was happening. I went to start the generator and on my return I used the front door.
The kitchen door was closed, but I could feel that there was a cold wind and I went into the kitchen to close the door and from there I was walking down the passage o the room, but I can't remember exactly what room, I was going to.
MS MANDI ZOKWE: Yes it's opposite mine. Well I went into my room and opened the door. When opening the door everything was full of bullet holes. The bed that I sleep on was full of blood, underneath and the wardrobe had fallen on the bed. I didn't get in, I waited for Pepi because she was following the police.
The following day she woke up to find out his whereabouts. The police came back. They wanted me to write the statement and they said I must go to the police station. Well I left with them, they took the statement, that was he first time, I never gave any oath for that statement, I don't know what was written in it, I was still a minor and they made me write a statement without any older person being with me.
MS MANDI ZOKWE: To me it was just a game, this thing of writing a statement, because that statement cannot be taken as I never gave any information to it. While I was in town, Pepi arrived together with Mr Sangweni, to fetch us, and we went to the funeral parlour, where they found him. They were told that he was shot and his brain was damaged.
There were statements that appeared in the newspapers immediately after that time. One of those statements appeared in a paper called Sunday Tribune. That was on January 7 1988. The other statement was in the Daily Despatch on the 14th of January 1988.
MS MANDI ZOKWE: That thing really surprised me, because I told them I'm the only person who cleans the house, I never came to see anything that was surprising in the house. The second thing that surprised me a lot, they said, he blasted a handgrenade but I told them, the way I saw the damage caused by a handgrenade on TV, it's a different thing from what I saw here. You can't mention that a handgrenade was set off her and conditions still be in good order. I think it was a plan that they derived.
MS MANDI ZOKWE: Firstly I'd like to find out who is the person who removed his brain after shooting him and filled the skull with plastic and papers, and secondly that person should state how he could do that horrible thing.
Thirdly, in the statement you can see that it was reflected there was an autobiography which he wrote himself, and they took it away, we would like that somebody who has taken it to bring it because it doesn't belong to him. It is our family's and his children's property.
MS MANDI ZOKWE: Yes I would to know how the policemen could escape from the cells? Again I would like to know. when they escaped, to whom they referred when they said, they cannot be arrested alone. We would like that to be investigated.
Fifthly, I would like to know about the woman security officer and another mail security officer who was found to have a tape recorder in her breast. We would like to see and to borrow that tape recorder.
grand mother Pepi's , her children, Sibele. But I believe that I'm still alive, life will go on, I don't know, but again I would like to thank Dr Solombela, because he is the one who took Pepi before the funeral and gave her the treatment that she deserved because Pepi would be highly affected by the atrocities which were done by the police. She was the person about which we were to think that she was to follow our uncle.
The other thing that I would like to take place is, there is a child who is Mandlhagazi, that child is Sithembile's daughter. He asked, there are people who call her Zoleka, and there are others who say she is Mandhlagazi.
She wants to know what is her actual name, and today I would like her to know that she is Mandlhagazi. She was known as Zoleka, because her father, when he came back from Lesotho, we changed the name and we did not want her to know that she is the same child, because we were afraid the police would do something to her.
PANEL MEMBER: I don't have a question, but I want to say to Mrs Zokwe that you have seen the condition that you were in, the time you were explaining the conditions and the damage at your house and the body of your son. We've seen everything and we are hopeless, but I must indicate that you power the way you were behaving, I want to ask you, where did you get this strength, so that other people as well may know that in times of trouble, there has to be strength?
which the person was brought up. My home was a traditional home. There were eight boys and six girls at my home, we were all rich at the time.I have a picture of what happened and I was affected by the way in which our culture has been changed and become Westernised. Every time we used have a traditional meal where you'd have the mixture of the mealies and sour milk, and we would share this together. Unfortunately, when I got married, among my in-laws there were people who would buy a bag of sweets, and everybody who passed this home would get some sweets, everybody would share this bag, because nobody was regarded as a stranger in this house. My in-laws were so kind and considerate, and this I believe brought luck and good fortune in the family. Another thing, my husband was the person who was very supportive, he was also a disciplinarian, he was a moralist and I believe that he had influence on me. We had an example of the brave people, the heros, the people who fell down as heros. When I saw this and saw these models, I could see that I would get strength from those and if I could see that those people could survive the struggle, I was also saying, if they could survive it, then I can survive the struggle.
I would like to thank you, I know the sacrifices that I've been through, I've endured and tolerated all the prosecution and the persecution that I was receiving. All these atrocities gave me strength. I'm proud, very proud as a woman, I would like to say I think it is my womanhood which brought this strength. I'm brave because I'm looking at the models of other women. My mother was an administrator, she was a manager in our home, and I was also looking up at her as a model. She was also a very good model, that is the way in which I was given support at home
and I transferred this to my generation, and I believe that it would be transferred from generation to generation. I think that tomorrow you'll have to decide for yourself, who you are and what you will be tomorrow.
I've got my strength from this background that I'm telling you about. I'd like to say, maybe I'm a bit irrelevant, but I'd like to say, I know, I could write a book about my son. This is not even a quarter of what I've said, this narration that I've given to you people, I would like to say the Commission should please give me even if it is an hour to be able to express my feelings, to give a narration of what happened again.
After I was widowed, it was a place for the policemen, they came day in and day out, asking me petty questions and I could not answer some of them. When I was at home the other day, I went to get stock for my shop. I have long reeds in my yard, where I used to hide, they used there, I can quote many of them. I used to hide them there in my reeds on my premises. When the doctor Silombela started to suffer from arthritis, I said I cannot go to that home because I was expected to go but I still said I'll never leave this place, I won't leave this place, will go away and buy another house when my children come back. I know I've I've rescued many of them, many children from Cape Town, from Johannesburg, at all places where my children whose peer groups were coming from all places and they got refuge at my place. I don't know whether I've answered your question. Thank you.