When they called me, they held me and said I was Tejan Kabbah's mother. The man was drinking beer and when he - when he would finish a bottle he would throw the empty bottle at me and the other colleague said, "Please sympathise with this woman. Just look at her. Her husband has been killed and her hand has been chopped off". And he said, "I don't want to know. I don't care. She's Tejan Kabbah's mother". And the other colleague said to him, "Maybe she's just an ordinary gardener. Please sympathise with her".