Thread by @aanupraise

This thread is the story of a resident of Bukuru in Plateau state about how these attacks are not new to them. Please take your time to read well and retweet let other Nigerians and the world know that life means nothing in our country right now #PlateauKillings #JosiahsThreads

It was a beautiful Sunday evening and we had all returned from church. As the custom in our family is, all my siblings and their kids came home to see their grandpa, my dad and we were gusting while having dinner.

I heard noises in the midst of our discussions but I wasn't sure because the music from the sound system was pretty loud until we heard the gate bell ring and by the time myself and my brother stepped out to check who was at the gate, we heard several knock and banging

on the gate and we rushed to see it was our neighbours. My brother insisted we don't open the gate because this is Jos and we know the kind of things that happen but since they've already seen our faces I pleaded with him that we open the gate.

Upon opening the gate, about 11 persons made up of two families rushed in and pushed the gate begging us to lock the gate after them.
When we went inside, one of the families explained to us that as they were coming from inside town, they saw men shooting sporadically

and some others with knives and cutlass. They saw women being raped, fathers butchered in front of their children and children massacred like animals. The pictorial imagination of what they described was so gory

that my dad (71year old then) told us to shut down the electricity and let's get out of there immediately. Our neighbours thought staying and hiding was better but my dad explained that from his experience, this is the kind of situation no one hides from so he insisted we move.

While we were preparing to move we started hearing voices of people running, screaming and faint sounds of gunshots. The good thing is two of my sisters and my elder Bro came with their cars so we packed ourselves into the cars, I drove my dad's hilux and we were on our way.

As we drove along, the bodies we saw on the way lying lifeless and chopped made most of us throw up. At some point we climbed dead bodies to be able to get ahead but on the way, we met some people coming from the opposite direction; some running and others driving.

We had to divert and look for a nearby village and hid among the villagers all through the night till the next day morning. By the time we got back, our house had been vandalized with no valuables taken, we met dead bodies of some neighbours

and we literally saw disturbing body parts of human beings scattered on the floor.
Overtime this has become a normal way of life, we run when we need to and hide when we need to and the people who we elected to protect us are even covering things up.

There was a time we were warned not to talk about the things that happen that the government is handling things and if we blow it up we may give the these people heads up but we're yet to see anything that looks work from the government.