The gun was much heavier than I expected. I struggled to hold it steady, two feet out in front of my face. Heavy, cold and terrible. I had seen several guns, hundreds if you count those in films and on television, but I had never held one. I had certainly never pointed a gun at someone’s face. I had never threatened to take away a person’s life.
‘Give me the piece, Emmanuel,’ said the large man without a trace of hesitancy, as I stared at his face through the sights of a pistol. His slow, accented drawl resounded with the sure confidence of a man who was used to obedience. ‘Give it to me, boy!’
My hands shook as my resolve began to break.