A Close Encounter With Boko Haram
On my second visit to Chibok, I slept with a machete tucked between the headboard of the bed and the dresser, wondering if the reddish stains on the blade were rust or blood.
Across the hallway, I saw a wooden door with shredded panels. When I asked my friend about it, he said that some Boko Haram members had clawed through that door a few months ago in an attempt to attack the homeowner, a friend of his. My friend, a Chibok native and also a vigilante fighter against the Islamist militants, said that the owner no longer slept there. But he told me to make myself comfortable.… Seguir leyendo »