Sometimes editors rejected my reports, saying they were “too risky” or “too political.” But I found ways.
FROM A PROUD TRADER TO AN IDP
My shop was destroyed, my goods were scattered, and all the money I had worked so hard to save was gone.
THE MORNING I LOST EVERYTHING
I remember leaving the akara still frying in the oil. I didn’t carry anything, not even my money.
I CANNOT AFFORD MEDICAL CARE FOR MY CHILD
I would have sold any property I owned, but Boko Haram destroyed the house I inherited from my father in our village.
A STRAY BULLET SHATTERED MY SPINE
Before the insurgency, I was a skilled farmer, providing for my family. Now, I’m unable to work, and my family struggles to make ends meet.
LOST MY FOOT TO AN EXPLOSION
It was difficult at first, balancing on one leg and trying to sew, but I refused to give up.
A BOMB BLAST SHOOK OUR CAMPUS
It was during our exam period, and the disruption made it nearly impossible for many of us to concentrate or even find a safe space to study.
I REMEMBER THE UNIMAID MOSQUE BOMBING
Studying under such conditions was nearly impossible. It was difficult to read with a clear mind or concentrate.
WE HEARD EXPLOSIONS DURING LECTURES
If we all left, what hope would remain for the young people who dreamed of becoming doctors, teachers, nurses, or engineers?
TERRORISTS ATTACKED MY SCHOOL. I KEPT TEACHING.
It started suddenly with gunshots and chaos. Children screamed, teachers scattered, and everyone ran for their lives.