Her shrill and anguished cry rang out across the valley, ‘My baby, they’ve taken my baby!’
I lay stunned on the ground for a few moments, after having being dragged out of my wheelchair. My lip was bleeding and my glasses had been knocked off my face.
I had tackled one of the two intruders and brought him to the ground as he was running past me towards the front door with our precious 14-month-old son, Timothy, in his grasp. He momentarily lost his grip on Timothy as we all fell to the ground. My wife, Julia, attempted to grab Timothy away from the ruthless kidnapper, but they wrenched baby Timothy out of her arms. He was swung upside down, his head smashing into a large clay pot. They dashed off through the garden still holding Timothy upside down like a rag doll.
