While growing up, SARS once raided my street and picked up all the young boys playing football outside on a Saturday.
My brother’s friend was among them. He was only 20 years old and had just started learning mechanics.
When his parents went to bail him, they were told he was a cultist and had been transferred to Kirikiri Prison.
A week later, his mum went to see him. They told her he had died due to overcrowding.
Whenever I think about him, my heart breaks. He was innocent.