Death woke them up on a Sunday morning. Holed up in their houses, the fire raged on their young heads. Marauders with machetes swishing in seasonal sacrifice, reddening the dusty earth of a rocky village. Parents on their sleeping mats swallow their cries with blood as unchained murderers harvested their children.

Many sleeps were murdered. The mouths of unsuspecting victims form the incomplete crescent of a grim sickle. Heads of children like the football they played, rolled on bedroom floors, asking innocent questions their parents can no longer answer.

Recurrent webs of invisible spiders have been cast over Jos, innocent children becoming the predator’s flies. In whose name are these massacres? Allah, Jehovah or Satan? An eye for an eye, the ring circle of blindness gathers god’s bits of wood in Jos for a bonfire. Read more here.