They stormed our village under the bright sunlight, yet they caught us like a thief in the night. Entering through the Ijabi market, they swarmed forward like locusts, laying waste to men and women alike. No one survived to warn those at the town square of the invasion. Mom was outside, making a warm porridge meal for us while Dad and I sat inside, eagerly waiting. The invaders soon reached the town square, moving from house to house, committing atrocities too terrible to speak of. Sensing da...
