Grace Emeka Recounts her Testimony :
Grace Emeka is an Igbo woman one of the three major languages in Nigeria, who has resided in Jos plateau state with her family for over a decade. In December 2014, there was a bomb blast in the city of Jos which was targeted to affect major the Christian brethren who probably should be maker arrangements and purchases for the annual Christmas celebration, this incident affected Grace and one of her son whom they both went to the market together. Both of her legs were seriously affected and she never thought she could work anymore, later on her left leg had to be amputated this increasingly made her devastated.
Attacks on the Christian communities of Southern Kaduna is no more news as there have been barrage of attacks in recent times. This time, the Kamaru Chawai community in Kauru Local Government Area of the Southern part of Kaduna state got its own share of this repetitive pattern of attacks almost at the dusk of last year (Nov. 13 2016). Without any provocation, forty-three Christians were brutally murdered in cold blood with some of their houses destroyed, several others were wounded; including Eunice, a two years old girl who had hot gunpowder poured all over her body.
Eunice Adi is a little girl of 2 years old, who was happily growing with her mother in their village of Kigam in Kizikoro district of Kauru Local Government Area of Kaduna State.
On 13th November, 2016. Which happens to coincide with IDOP, Kizikoro district (99% Christians) was invaded by the Fulani herdsmen, killing 47 people, over 100 houses were burnt down and two churches were also destroyed.
My name is Timothy Barry, 11 years old from Jos, Plateau state.
In the year 2015, we were seated in the house when Fulani herdsmen raided our area, killing anyone they stumbled upon. We got a report from someone within our community who rushed to our house informing us of the Fulani raid.
The end of a semester affords a reasonable mind a time for retrospection. It is within such a time that I now bask. However, I refuse to be consumed in the fire of the mirth that the time affords. I will spend this Christmas recalling the generosity and kind acts that I have benefited from and it is upon such a theme that I now spill my ink and punch my keyboard.