Mama did not even see it coming.
One moment she was standing at the doorway with her small nylon bag in her hand. Inside it were two wrappers, an old Bible, and a small bottle of water. The next moment, her son’s leg flew forward.
Thud.
The kick hit her thigh and hip at the same time. Her body spun like a leaf caught in a violent wind. She fell hard onto the dusty ground outside the compound, her palms scraping against the sand. Pain rushed through her like fire.
The neighbors froze.
A woman selling roasted corn across the road gasped and covered her mouth. Two children who had been playing football stopped mid-kick. Even the security man from the next compound took one slow step back, as if he could not believe what he was seeing.
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