Terror.

Life has become quite unpredictable in the Northwest. We always thought the snakes in our farm lands were the only monsters around, little did we know that the Arab immigrants who our grandfather's pardoned to graze on our lands in the far south of Kaduna were going to be the monsters we thought were our brothers all along. It's like we saved a baby lion from being devored by a crocodile, only for it to grow up and devour us for it's dinner. These immigrants who we thought were kind brethrens because of the way they protected their cattles, but the bitter truth is that they are monsters who are quite optimistic it killing us and burning our houses everyday. They attack like cowards in the middle of the night and slit our throats out... And go on to attack us in our farm lands, killing and burrying us within. Disrupting the farm land as their cattles graze on it. And when we finally had enough and were ready to defend ourselves and our children... The government imposed a long lasting curfew that stopped us from going outside... But allowed this murderers to kill us while asleep. My heart bleeds for the people of southern Kaduna, because of the genocide we experience by these delinquents who we thought were our brothers, but never knew they brought the gift of terror into our lands.