Lunga Adam, Lower Crossroads
I witnessed people being shot in Lower Crossroads. It was akin to watching a movie.
Let me try and summarise the tragic event without getting into too much detail because I’ve not been that well since then. So I was at this tavern, and around 10pm we heard gunfire just outside.
The security personnel closed the door for the patrons’ safety, but the curious amongst us were able to peep through the windows and what I saw there I cannot describe… two very young guys shooting at anything in front of them.
I stopped counting after 12 shots. Some fellows were sitting inside a Quantum right in front of the joint, just chatting and drinking, and one of them was shot and the vehicle hijacked.
But the nincom-poops couldn’t drive at all and even struggled to start it so they didn’t succeed there. By this time the panic-stricken tavern owner had switched off the lights. These laaities then fired several shots at a car that was passing by.
They also raided a house just up the street and started robbing the people inside. They then strolled to the other side. To show that they ruled the streets, soon after the police arrived, shots could be heard in the far distance.
When the guys in the Quantum relived the horrible ordeal, right there in the middle of the street, in the dead of night, with the rain pouring down, my heart sank. Why was the rain cursing us with a myriad of bullets, instead of blessing us, I asked myself. I am not well.