Kauru: The world is silent when we die everyday

Yesterday was a horrendous day in my life. The consistent attacks on my village have become so disheartening. Since early 2000, my village has been under siege and the world is still silent when we die every day. The people of Kauru in Kaduna State are like unprotected orphans in the presence of the citizens of the world.

Fulani attack on Kauru in Kaduna

Is it because of our skin color? Is it because of our illiteracy? Is it because we are sons/daughters without a father and a mother? Is it because we are financially broke? Is it because we not contributing to the sociatal development?

Is it because we are not contributing agriculturally? Is it because the governor is not from our village? Is it because the commissioner of internal security is not from our village? Is it because the church and CAN is not benefiting our my village? Is it because we are not contributing immensely in SOKAPU? Is it because we are not part of southern Kaduna prayer summit? Is it because our land has not been recognized as part of state property?

Any way! Kauru people die every day when the world is silent… That is the conversation right now. Where is the police and military? My brothers/sisters die every day while the world is silent. Where is my LGA chairman of kauru? My brothers and sisters die every day when the world is silent.  Where is my House of Representatives member? My brothers and sisters die every day when the world is silent. Where is my house of Assembly members?

My brothers and sisters die every day when the world is silent. Where is my Senator Laah? My brothers and sisters die every day when the world is silent. Where is my Governor? My brothers and sisters die every day when the world is silent!!

That is the conversation right now. Countless houses have been burnt down and they are still burning houses while nobody comes to our rescue, no fire service and security personnel to stop them from killing and burning houses.

Listen! you unanswered questions, listen to me, sit up and hear me talk, My village is my inheritance no man/woman born of flesh can take away my inheritance while my God is looking.

Again, my village is my half of the yellow sun; No matter your red color ( massacre/ pogrom) on my black color ( mourning) I still hang on my green color ( prosperity). Our Samson is coming, our David is coming and my highest Yeshua cristol is coming to our rescue.

Mr Governor who do you think you are? A ghost or human, my LGA chairman and my legislatures, who do you think you are? A ghost or human. Power is transient and God is the one that gives power, remember a day for accountability is on the way.

More than 10 lives are gone yesterday night, and the entire community has been set on fire… Listen Fulani, we will not run away from our inheritance and if God be God let see. Listen fulani and listen good, kizachi is our inheritance we are not leaving!!

We die every day when the world is silent! We die every day when the world is silent!! We die every day when the world is silent!!!

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