The sound of the school bell broke the tranquility that haunted the Hall's atmosphere. It was time for students to take a break. I had planned to spend time at the chapel by break period but suddenly I had an impromptu urge that reminded me of my gassing with Nneka in the morning. I had been pondering on the possible outcomes of the events that were rumured across the city concerning the killings of Christians in Kaduna. " my aunt called my mum this morning. she sounded so scared and terrified" were her words in the early hours of Thursday 24th February, 2000. The stern look on her face revealed her disapproval for the uprising in the Northern part of the country but here she was with no meaningful impacts to save her aunt whom she perceived was in great danger. "my aunt reported that they took refuge at a local cold room where she use to patronize. Her husband was trapped in between the rioting youths who had no sympathy to spare the life of anyone protesting the adoption of sharia law in Kaduna." she informed me that morning. On her way to school that morning she had seen; several bodies of burnt corpses at different junctions, rioting youths chanting lines that indicated war, the destruction of shops and properties perceived to be owned by the "efulefus" and the tensed atmosphere in ogborhill that made her wonder the amount of...