I was quick to respond and told them that we had not seen such a person. The officers insisted that the man ran towards our house and that he might be hiding in the compound. Knowing of the threat that the man gave us, I told the officers to search within the compound because, apparently he had not entered the house. My mother was dumbfounded as she quietly watched and listened to me as I lied to the officers.
Although I tried to calm myself as I lied, tears poured and one could tell that even if I convinced the officers that no man had entered the house, there was something wrong with my story. I was shaking and stammering as I explained to the officers. During that moment, one of the church elders that had visited my mother stared at me with astonishment written all over her face. She was my church mentor.
After they finished searching the compound, one of the officers said that if we happen to have information about the man to call the police and give out the information. In addition, another officer said that we should be aware that if we are found to have concealed the information about the man we would be charged in a court of law for conspiracy and abstracting justice. After the offices left, I quickly rushed toward that bathroom where the man hid and whispered that the officers were gone and that he should release my sister and go away. The man opened the door, but he still pointed a gun on my sister and slowly matched towards the door just to check and be sure that the officers had left. He later released her, but threatened as that if we happen to say a word in regard to the whole incident he would kill us or send some people to kill us.
We were quiet for over 10 minutes as we stared at one another. My sister was so terrified that she could not speak a word. My church mentor quickly rushed to pick the phone to call the police, but I stopped her. She told me that it was wrong to keep such kind of information because it was against our