A Nigerian Twitter user with the handle @natebfold recounts the ordeals of his family during the 2000-2001 Kaduna religious crisis which seemingly led to the targeting of non-muslims and people of Igbo ethnicity in the State.
The 2000 Kaduna riots were religious riots in Kaduna involving Christians and Muslims over the introduction of sharia law in Kaduna State, Nigeria. It is unclear how many people were killed in the fighting between Muslims and Christians, that lasted with peaceful intervals from 21 February until 23 May 2000; estimates vary from 1,000 to 5,000 deaths.
Here is @natebfold’s story:
“I remember back in 2000, I was just a kid in Kaduna. A woman in a black veil came in the dead of the night to warn my father that they were coming for us Igbos. We and another Igbo neighbor had to use a ladder to climb over to the neighbors compound at the back of our house.”
“We escaped certain death that day because of that Hajiya. My mom is a nurse and had probably treated her or her family a while back. A few days later, after OBJ had sent tanks to secure Kaduna, we returned home to see our house in a proper mess. Ransacked and all.”
“As long as I live, I will never forget the dead bodies on the streets, in the gutters. Especially that of a pregnant woman, her stomach torn and bloody. I will never forget my uncle Kalu, a jovial pastor who was butchered and left for dead in his church. He survived.”
“With terrible scars all over his body. He now stays in Sokoto with his family, still a preacher. I remember mummy Evelyn crying and wailing in our sitting room, because they found her daughter dead in the streets. I remember uncle Norbert from my mom’s village.”
“One time, he wore a kaftan and dressed up like a Muslim to go get something for us, I think food or water. He came back breatheless, apparently he was almost lynched by a mob, when someone noticed how weird his Hausa sounded. No one knows how, but he got a sword.”
“Some days later he snuck in, in the night with a bloodied sword. Apparently, he had Murdered someone. I remember my father’s outrage, the shouting and blows my father Rained on him. I remember Anuty Chinwe crying in our parlour because they had killed her brother.”
“I remember Benjamin, with his now forgotten Edo surname. My best friend in Primary school who just up and disappeared. I discovered years later from his aunt, a family friend. That his entire family were wiped out simply because they were southerners…. Nyamiri.”
“I have many more first hand experiences of the massacre and subjugation of the igbos. Let’s leave out the civil war, I wasn’t born then. Someone else can tell that story. So, I am not surprised at the silence of the privileged people who think the igbos are always lamenting.”
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