EYE of a NEEDLE

He clenched his side pistol tightly as if to pass his energy, his trust and belief on the rusty Colt .45 semiautomatic to save his life in the line of duty... In a chaotic darkness people screamed for help but the shooters had already gone before the gunshots echoed out; they left in fright just like everybody else masking their sinister wits with an impetuous dash for survivor.... He regained another stint of his memory and to this he regretted. The incidence of two minutes ago, two minutes was enough to end decades of struggle. He was in his Prado jeep with his two police escorts heading towards Ekewan Road from the opposing street Osaghae Oguigo. While the driver slowed down at the junction and indicated left. The last thing he heard was an explosive momentum with a crushing impact. A truck head had veered into them with an unstoppable speed. The rear window and the windscreen smashed into pebbled glasses, piercing the eyes and skin. The jeep leaped across Ekewan Road and landed on Ozigbo junction with the already dented jeep shrieking on the torn coal tar with one of its sides. Gun shots rattled in the air, people took to their heels, the plastic chairs and tables were randomly displaced by the surging force for survival....