My condolences for your family for having to witness that.
Honestly? You kind of get used to it. It's hardly normal (people are, on average, a lot warmer and more friendly than they are in the West), but when things go bad, they go bad in force. One of my earlier memories (I think I was eight at the time) is a group of armed area boys raiding my father's compound. I don't know if it's because I was possessed of that conviction of immortality young people tend to have or if it was too surreal, but I wasn't even scared (I distinctly remember being annoyed because I was hungry at the time, in fact). In the end, my father shamed them into leaving by quoting scriptures at them.
I don't know. The misfortune of poverty pushes people to do unsavoury things. Didn't help that it was the countryside post Sani Abacha.
...And now I went and depressed myself.
Modifié par Random Jerkface, 13 février 2012 - 09:28 .