It’s a sad story. When my father was shot, I was there. I was crying, I will never forget that.
I don’t know what happened, two people came and shot my dad. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t know what was happening at the time. Maybe there was a grudge.
How old were you?
I was 10, it was in 1998.
Did they ever catch anyone?
No, not even today.
What was your dad like?
He was a cool guy. He loved kids. He was a hard worker.
How has this shaped you and the way you live your life?
I am trying to forget, but I can’t. I didn’t even go to a counsellor, my mother was there for me.
Anything you want to add?
I have advice for people: everything happens for a reason. Live in peace.