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Mr Johnson Egung sits there staring at me without a word. Next thing, the phone rings. The lady on the order end makes an enquiry and the next thing he says is "yes, he is here!"

At that point, I felt my soul leaving my body. I am overwhelmed with fear and trembling... Right inside me, there are hundreds of questions within seconds. "Could that have been a cop"? "Seems I'm going to jail". "What happens to Angelica; how is she going to cope if something happens to me"? I am in a state of discombobulation.

Minutes later, there's a knock on the door, and guess who's here? Margaret!
"Hi dad" she greets...
"Hi Madam" (with a trembling voice) I manage...