JACOB DUNGA wrote: MY PEOPLES BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR My village is a small town in Borno state, north eastern Nigeria. It has been under siege for almost a 2years now, a town that use to be lively and bubbling. Bordering cameroun republic, situated under and surrounded by high hills of mandara mountains with beautiful land scape and farm fields. This now remain only in our memories, today Ngoshe has become a ghost town littered With human corpses and animals carcass, over 90% of our houses has been burnt and vandalized, I have personally lost almost all my uncles and only a few of my cousins survived. My people are helplessly scattered in villages in Taraba, Adamawa, Bauchi, Jos, Abuja with no meaningful aid to support them. The most painful sight is the recent attack on the few ones that had taken refuge within the caves of the mandara mountains, the demonic sect followed them up hill and massacred them in cold blood and my heart bleeds. My peoples blood has been spilled and everyday we leave with this agonizing pain and sorrow in our hearts. If the few blood shed was impromptu, then what happened to the subsequent and continued attacks. Some one has sworn allegiance to protect and preserve the constitution of my country in which my peoples right to leave and be protected is embedded then why are my peoples blood spilled on a daily bases. Before I will blame BH, my first blame is for the person that is responsible for my security. Where ever you step, where ever you match, where ever you dance you do so on a spilled human blood and my people blood is on that dance floor be it inside the villa or at the podium in Kano, one day each drop of my peoples blood will be accounted for.
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 15:24:58 +0000
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