A Nation Losing Its Humanity

By FATIMA HUSSAINI

I write as a barracks woman carrying a grief few can understand. A Brigadier General was captured and killed by ISWAP, yet instead of mourning with his family, many Nigerians are debating tribe and religion. Our leaders focus on 2027 while families are burying their loved ones.

In the barracks, death is a constant shadow. When soldiers fall, women sit in silence with swollen eyes, children ask questions we cannot answer, and men pretend to be fearless while carrying pain no one sees. We watch widows multiply, and fatherless children grow up with unfillable voids. Ambulance sirens have become part of our daily lives, each one tearing open fresh wounds.

Our husbands are sent into battles created and sustained by wickedness. Those in power know what fuels this insurgency, yet they remain silent—silence that protects evil.

So I call on the God of justice: let every person who benefits from this bloodshed be exposed. Let their wickedness return to them. Let the cries of widows and children rise against them. May every supporter of this evil—openly or secretly—face the same sorrow they inflict.

And for every grieving barracks family, for every soldier standing between life and death, may God fight for us, shield our men, and bring justice that cannot be denied.

We are tired, hurting, and bleeding. But we keep praying, because justice will come.