Mehboob Allibhai recounts a violent robbery at his parents petrol station in Uganda. 
“So on a Sunday, the shop used to be closed, probably about midday, or if it was even open on a Sunday, so somebody came to buy a petrol and what we used to do on a Sunday was have a siesta and lie in bed with Dad and they wanted petrol, Dad went out. You and I were still on the bed. And then the next thing I can remember is Dad coming back with a man holding a gun, couple of gunmen. Mum was in the room as well. Told dad, you know, give us the money. Give us the money. So they looted the whole shop as much as they could put on their pickup. And they kept on asking. Now, I had my own savings, about 100 schillings, which was a lot of money for a little kid then, and it was in a cupboard. So I ran straight away, gave it to him and said, now leave my dad. They wouldn't believe that we didn't have any money, or mum didn't have any more jewellery or whatever. And dad was lying on the floor, and they shot at him. Thankfully, the gun got cocked when he took the shot, and it misfired, because he wasn't standing very far away from that he was aiming at his head, and he actually managed to miss Dad, and shot into the concrete cement floor by about an inch or two. And that's when we went and had the other house at the top the hill. It wasn't... because that wasn't the first time when that got robbed. And the idea of it being that if we lived separately from the shop, we'd be a bit safer.”