It was Monday and sunny, the ambiance of Obiagu Street was calm. Then, I concluded; “the day will be great and interesting.” Only if I knew I was about to hit one of the worst experiences of my life. Like a thunder flash, Pow! I heard a gunshot. Engrossed with fear, I took off with an acceleration that could be compared to that of Usain Bolt. The vicinity was scattered. Unfortunately, the sloppiness of the road made everything worse. Running was the main thing, brothers leaving behind brothers, stampede taking over the morning. It’s so sad that there was no harmony in such a movement, where stampede is the order of the day.

Then, getting to a safe place with confusion written all over my face, I decided to ask people around what’s going on, and I got the information. There was a gang fight! On hearing the full story, I was so dumbfounded coupled with the shock received from the run for survival, the race of LIFE.