“My father told me to accompany him to a certain place in the farm. On the way, he said he wanted to ease himself. He dropped his bag, entered the bush with his dane-gun and told me to move forward so that the smell of the excreta would not disturb me. It was at that point I suspected my father wanted to harm me.
Before I could do anything, he shot me on the shoulder from the back. I shouted Jesus! Jesus!! I regain my balance and started running away and my father started pursuing me with a cutlass”.