The origin of mosquito Man part 2 a hero in disguise

His weary steps echoed on the bare floorboards of the small Harare home. Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof a relentless rhythm mirroring the turmoil in his heart.He barely managed to slip away from the pursing police the memory of their tasers bullets stinging phantom pain. Now the concerned face of his mother is felt with no trusting his son.