Diary of a suspected
Target-Killer
The first thought that came to my mind when I was picked up by uniformed personnel was if my parents would get to know where I have been taken.
I was at a friend's shop on the street I grew up in, when a loud, boisterous voice demanded to know my name
I lied. What would you have done if you were confronted like that? With tens of uniformed personnel - the reflection of their rifles shining under the moonlight - rushing towards from all four corners, wouldn't you have hesitated?
The one thing I knew then, and stick to even now, is that I was not the type ofcriminal they were after, for whom they had gathered an army to arrest