Jos...I have got no idea where to start. I visited Jos for the first time in the nineties when my sister was at the university of Jos. I fell in love with the cool, quiet city. Whenever I thought of Jos, I thought of quiet evenings, beautiful conversation and a city I wanted to return to.
Now, my memories of Jos have been sullied by the recent events there. The stories are gruesome: four day old baby hacked to death with a machete. Whose crazy gods tell them that it is okay to do that? People burnt to death like old trash. The people responsible for these henious acts , who kill in the name of God do not know which gods they follow. They dance to the tunes of inebriated sadistic gods and one day, if their cosncienve doesn't get them, somethiong else will. In this life or in the next. That is my only consolation
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