Doing good. A thread to read

Around November 1999, there was a clash between the Hausas and the Yorubas in Mile 12. I was very young at that time but i can still recall the tension and the killings.

The OPCs everywhere were heavily armed to fight for the Yorubas, the..

...reason for the fight was shady but i can recall there was no movement on Ikorodu Road as the conflict keep increasing. This happened for days, we couldn’t go to school and after about 3 days, the leader of OPC in my area in ikorodu got killed, this made the OPCs to start...

...attacking any Hausa in my area. Once you say you are an Hausa, you get killed. Most Hausas had to run away in the midnights. Imagine the tension of the fight for it to be that horrible in Ikorodu too.

After about 7 days, that most Hausas have ran away, my mum...

...sent my brother to buy bread in the next street only for him to meet an Hausa man who is very dirty and hungry begging him for small bread. He ran, but the weak Hausa guy followed him till he got to our house. He was very dirty and hungry, my parents sat him down..,

...in the compound, gave him bread and tea. He was very happy and surprised that we being Yorubas are not willing to harm him. My mum got an interpreter who started interpreting whatever he is saying. He sells Suya at mile 12, he narrated how his friends were killed,...

...how he escaped and how he has been moving through the bushes from Mile 12 till he got to our area. He explained that he has a brother in Oshodi but he doesn’t know how to get to him since everywhere is tense. My dad assured him that nobody will kill him, he should be calm...

...he took his bath, we gave him clothes and kept him in our living room.

Very early the next morning, the OPCs in our area came heavily armed and asked my parents to bring the Hausa guy out for them to kill, my parents denied his presence in our house, they entered...

...everywhere, searched and searched but didn’t see him because we’ve hidden him in the ceiling. Before they left, they threatened that if truly we have an Hausa in the house, everyone will suffer for it. They left but came back very late at night when we least expected...

...but they still didn’t see him as we’ve hidden him in the toilet with my mum, so when the OPC guys were knocking the toilet door, it was my mum that was answering, telling them to wait for her, that she’s defecating. They left angrily with the belief that he’s not there....

....The guy stayed in our house for a week and when the conflict reduced, my parents found a way to package him to his brother in Oshodi.

No phone, no communication. There’s no way to trace whether..

...he got to his brother safely but we were happy to help.

I remember how we all were sleepless in the house for the whole 1 week because of fear.

3 months after the guy left and everything was back to normal, we were outside the house as usual when a cab...

...parked in front of our house, an elderly man and that Hausa guy came down, he was well dressed in traditional attire. He was very happy to see us and we were happy to see him too.

He told us how he got to his brother safely and how they both traveled to Kano and are back...

...they unloaded the cab and everywhere became filled with onions and meats. Apparently, he bought a full cow, killed it, pieced it and brought them in 6 large jute sacks.

We shared meat for everyone in the neighborhood including the OPCs while we also ate meat for weeks...

...his brother who couldn’t contain his joy still brought Ram during my sister wedding that same year.

What would have been our gain if we had delivered him to those guys to be killed

I hope the guy is much alive and happy now. Nothing in this world beats Unity

Bye