It was a day I will never forget in my life. I was yet to recover from the trauma of losing my husband to the cold hands of Civil War.
That day, I sat outside, watching Buchi, my only child, chase dragonflies with his mates, amidst their high-pitched, cheerful voices.
Then, came a screeching sound followed by billows of dust. Before I knew what was amis, a station wagon was zooming off as quickly as it had come — Buchi was inside the vehicle, hitting the rear window and crying for help!
That day, I felt my last strength disappear.