Emeka was on his way to visit his sister, Ada, who had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl. His heart swelled with pride and excitement as he made his way through the crowded streets, eager to meet his newborn niece for the first time.

He carried with him gifts: 10 large sachets of Golden Morn, a big tin of milk and chocolate, diapers, and baby formula.

As he joyfully walked through the streets with his packages, he stumbled upon a scene of chaos and brutality. A mob had gathered around a young man, their fists raised in anger and accusation.

“What did he do?” Emeka asked, his voice trembling with fear and confusion as he edged closer to the crowd.

“He’s a thief! He stole from my store!” someone shouted. The angry mob turned towards Emeka, murmuring amongst themselves.

“Me, a thief? How?” Emeka asked the woman who accused him.

“Yes, he stole my Golden Morn, 10 sachets,” she insisted.

“No, you’ve got the wrong person. I’m innocent. I don’t even know you, madam,” Emeka protested.