The black man with a cold face handled his gun as well as a trained soldier would. He was probably used to holding guns. At the sound of the revved up engine, as the car zoomed off, he stood up, held the gun tight and walked to the front, facing the people.
"Hello, everyone! I need your attention", he yelled at the top of his voice. Almost everyone had a gun. The teenagers stared at the guns before them, hesitating to touch due to the warnings Joe gave before leaving them. "I am Kwame... Born, bred in Amui Djor, brought up with Ghanaian bullets."
"If we run, we will keep running and they'll keep chasing. They want us on our knees. They want to use us for themselves and they will not relent. They have power. Now, we have power too", he continued in a Ghanaian accent. " I've seen sorcery o
