A sight for sore eyes I remember growing up in a small busy town in Plateau State: Jos. I remember vividly that the love we had for each other knew no boundaries. The market boomed even as men from different religions coexisted in love and harmony until one day everything changed. It was a Friday night, I could still remember the smell of barbecued meat, locally called Suya. It filled the air that night, making me crave for more. The breeze was cool, gentle but unusual. A…
