My ears quirked up to sounds of heavy footfall drawing up behind me.
‘Chill. You’re being paranoid’, I whispered to myself but my feet didn’t listen as they broke into a wild run.
Suddenly, my momentum was cut short by a strong tug from behind. I landed on the ground with a thud. Stupefied, I struggled as my attacker’s grubby palms ripped my skirt open.
In that moment, I wished the young man some feet away would say more than, ‘Bros take am easy…’ and I hoped I could still make it to the hospital before Papa breathed his last.