How I Was Nearly Lynched For Allegedly Stealing A Phone

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In fact, I can’t recall where she suddenly appeared from but just a few steps into the bus, I felt a tap behind me and there she stood- my little angel of death. She looked six or seven, virtually in tatters, looking very dirty with a sniveling face, wiping off herself as if she had survived a stampede.