Life seemed to go in slow motion as Chinedu’s mother watched her front door give way to three masked robbers.
She saw her life flash before her eyes because she was either going to be killed by the thieves or the people who owned the money in her possession.
Like a programmed robot, not given the masked men a chance to threaten her very existence, she put up her hands and told them were the money was.
“Thank God Chinedu was nowhere near home to witness this,” she had thought.
If only she knew. Chinedu was just behind the mask.