IT WAS ME

GROWING up she was a pleasant child to be around – obedient and respectful towards her parents and a diligent churchgoer, filing into the pew each Sunday with her family.

So when her policeman father, mother, 22-year-old sister and six-year-old brother were murdered, sympathy flooded Onthatile Sebati’s way. Just 15 years old at the time, Onthatile seemed to have escaped with her life after being shot in the leg.

Police thought the shooting was the conduct of a gang and tried to find the perpetrators, but every lead ended in a dead end. The last person anyone suspected was Onthatile – so you can imagine the family’s shock when the