"Why una dey look us like that? You never see person before?" One of the three guys who was short but looked fit, and the only one without a weapon but the torchlight he was currently waving at our faces, asked, stepping forward and smacking Ugochi's forehead.
Reeling from the force of the smack, August managed to steady her as she maintained her balance while rubbing her forehead to relieve the pain.
"Look at these JJC's. Oya, bring your phones now!" The one with the deep voice barked, brandishing the machete he held at our faces.
I swallowed deeply, averting my eyes from his scrutinizing gaze.
I couldn't give him my phone. There were a lot of memories and information on there. I couldn't possibly give it away.
My phone was in one of the deep pockets of my jumpsuit that wasn't entirely visible and I prayed silently that they would believe whatever I said next.
"I promise you. I'm not with my phone," I lied.