Daddy, Daddy, where's Mummy? Daddy, I'm hungry. Daddy... "Aisha, Shh...", He whispered in distress. They were hidden in an underground room under the house but that did not mean, a slightest sound made could not be heard from above. Since 2pm, right after the news circulated that gunned men were seen ransacking the closest town, some kilometres away, terror, fear, dread and silence had fallen on this town as a blanket.
With the 6'o clock prayer meeting abandoned not out of forgetfulness, rather to the last killings that happened two weeks ago while the offering bag was being passed round in the darkly lit room, filled with shadows of men and women alike, not because there was no provision for light but so as not to rouse the curiosity or attention of even a passerby, still, that did not stop the information from getting out. It was on this day that Aisha's mum along with some other brethren were shot to death, a sum total of 45 people.
"Jesus, for how long shall this continue, Jesus, save us..Jesus, preserve us..There's no food in town as every trader has gone into hiding..Jesus, send help..Jesus, raise men to pray for us..Jesus, fight for us..Jesus, Arise..Jesus, vindicate us..Jesus, Jesus, Jesus...", Aisha's father prayed this while speaking in tongues in as low tones as possible.
PLEASE, ARISE & PRAY FOR OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS, MOTHERS AND FATHERS IN THE NORTH, THEY ARE IN DIRE NEED OF OUR PRAYERS...
"Lord, save your people, the remnant of the Christians in the Northern part of Nigeria."Jeremiah 31:7b,NIV
