The Untold Stories of the Anglophone Crisis.

Wednesday 24th of February 2021, is the blessed month of Ramadan and all Muslims around the world are fasting.” It’s time” Mom says, “Time for breakfast”, in front of me is a bowl of pap made up of millet and groundnut.  “It’s delicious,” I tell my Mom while picking up my phone which just made a sound and I’m like “Whom the hell sends as many videos as this in a family WhatsApp forum’’ I think to myself.  I break down in tears and shout, Mom the worst is happening, more than 30 houses are being burnt down at Orti.  My Mom responds in a loud voice, in pain and weeping, we all cry.

Fast forward to one week later, I am lying on my bed with an empty stomach, and can’t get to sleep knowing my family has had no shelter for the past week. It is time for breakfast and I can’t eat knowing those at Orti have neither eaten nor had breakfast for a week. When it rains, I cry knowing my family is hiding inside bushes, under the rain to save their lives.

The toughest time of my life is February 2021 the month of Ramadan, I am calling on the government to bring an end to the Anglophone crises because there has been the loss of property, which has caused a lot of displacements and frustration, many are traumatized and their lives being round.

We want these crises to end so that we can go back to our villages and restart the beautiful life we want to have.

I am SAMIRATU HAMADU, a Young Peace Advocate.