Look at the fear and pain written across this man’s face in the final moments before he was beheaded by bandits.
Tell me… is this how a human being is supposed to die?
What was his crime?
Was it simply trying to provide daily bread for his family?
He left home like every other Nigerian, hoping to return alive. He never knew the journey would end in horror, tears, and bloodshed.
At that moment, I can only imagine the thoughts running through his mind…
His wife…
His children…
His unfinished dreams…
His cry for mercy that probably never came. 😭
Our elders say the jollof rice served at burials tastes sweet until the fire is burning in your own compound. Today, it is someone else’s pain. Tomorrow, it could be ours if this evil continues unchecked.
And the pain does not end with him.
More than 45 innocent people are still being held in the forest by these wicked men. Some are only 4 or 5 years old. Little children who should be sleeping safely beside their mothers are now surrounded by fear, hunger, and terror.
For days, many of them have not eaten a decent meal.
Many have been beaten, tortured, humiliated.
And the women and young girls… only God knows the horrors they are facing in captivity. 💔
My heart breaks for them.
My heart breaks for the hundreds of students abducted in Borno State just days ago.
My heart breaks for the thousands of Nigerians trapped in kidnappers’ dens across this nation while the world watches in silence.
Nigeria is bleeding.
Families are crying.
Children are becoming orphans overnight.
Mothers are burying their sons.
Wives are becoming widows in a single phone call.
“How long, O Lord? Will You forget us forever?” — Psalm 13:1
But even in this darkness, we hold onto God’s promise:
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18 🙏
One day, this season of bloodshed and tears shall pass.
One day, God will wipe away the tears of His people.
One day, peace will return again.