ZULU JUSTICE

Here is a tale from my village which has unfolded over the last year or so and came to it's conclusion last month. It concerns the story of a man who had murdered two, or is it three, members of his family. I will refrain from using any ones real names for obvious reasons.
The first time I had heard of this was when Mr W told me that Mr X had killed Mr Y. Mr Y being the second victim of Mr X. Remember all three these men are related and share the same surname. According to Mr W, Mr X and Mr Y were drinking together when Mr X ups and kills Mr Y with a celembe(cane knife).
I ask Mr W; "Why did he kill him?"
"I don't know'" he replies, "He drinks much and smokes tablets. This is the second time for him to kill someone. Now I am the last one of my brothers still alive. Really Busi, I am alone now."
"So, didn't the police arrest him?" I want to know.
"No, the are still looking for him." He tells me.
It turns out that the police find and arrest Mr X. Everyone in our community is happy and feel safer after the fact.
Mr W gives me the news that; after a few appearances in court, Mr X is released from police custody.
"Mr W, why did they release him?" I ask, rather surprised.
"Lack of evidence!" he exclaims.
"So, how did the police know to arrest him in the first place?" I enquire.
He says; "They found this celembe and he had my brother's blood on his clothes."
"So, that is evidence enough, surely." I say, trying to understand what happened to let this guy of the hook. "Are you sure Mr X is the murderer?"
"Everybody knows it is him, the whole community knows. He must be using muti to protect himself. Now he is free and nobody knows where he is. All the boys are hunting for him. Really Busi, I am scared.He can come any time and kill me he explains.
"Why would he want to kill you now, Mr W?" I ask.
"He has threatened to kill me and my son and the Induna." he tells me.
"Why, what have you done to him?" I enquire, all ears.
"He says we gave land which belongs to his father, to someone else to live on without permission. Really Busi, the whole community is scared." he whines on.
"Mr W, you are safe with me here. Come on, don't you believe in the power of my ancestors. I have protected your house with my medicines, remember." I reassure him.
a few days later, Mr W reports to me that 'the boys' have found and killed Mr X. Apparently it took a gun, celembes and fire by petrol to kill him. Before he died, he confessed to the murder and begged for mercy. His corpse was tossed into the bush somewhere. The details I will leave for my book, which you can read some day, when it is published.
Now, I am not going to deliberate on the justice of this action. My concern is for the young men who were involved in the execution of the so called murderer. Their lives will be forever changed, their innocence forever lost. I hope the community will remember what they required from these boys, in the future. The community believes this is the end of it, I believe differently. I have voiced my concerns to Mr W, but he seems unconcerned.