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Trending Story: Woman, Liatu Samuel Dawa, has been sentenced to 14yrs imprisonment in Borno, with no option of fine, for preaching and converting a Muslim to Christianity.
Interestingly, the harsh conviction was under a non-existent charge of “child deprivation” NOT, blasphemy or anything religious.
According to TruthNigeria, Mrs. Liatu was convicted on count 1; under Section 210 of the Penal Code Laws of Borno State. Which deals with the “unlawful deprivation of a parent’s custody of a child.”
However court arguments suggests, Liatu was accused of coercing and cheating the unnamed Muslim woman into conversion.
Meanwhile, the new Christian convert, testified that she wasn’t forced, deceived or coerced.
Instead, it was her own decision; Liatu also denied allegations of cheating and begged for liniency. “I am a mother, I did not intend to cheat the victim, i only advised her.” Liatu said.
The argument wasn’t enough, as Judge A.B. Kumdila somehow found her guilty of unlawful deprivation of a child custody.
The judgment was likely passed under this grounds because, technically preaching to Muslims is not directly a crime in both the Nigerian constitution and Sharia in Borno state..
The Christian Emergency Alliance condemned the judgement, which many Nigerians have described as gross miscarriage of justice.
Now Mrs. Liatu’s children and relatives have all gone into hiding over targeted death threats. The photos of Mrs. Liatu was reportedly provided by her husband, Evangelist Amos Suleman.
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6 Years Later! We are still dealing with Insecurity, hunger, poverty, lack of proper health care and the highest level of corruption and impunity. The saddest part is that we are even more divided as a people at a time when we should be most united.
I hope one day we truly realize the power that we have as citizens and stop allowing a few selfish individuals destroy the success and prosperity of the majority of us.
Till then, ✌🏾 and 🤍
My three friends, Bola, Biola, and Lola, and I were proactive about the protest, as we stationed ourselves at the Alausa, Ikeja barricade. They said we should join them at the Lekki Toll Gate on 20-10-20. We got into our cars, but when we arrived in Gbagada, my car broke down near Gbagada General Hospital.
They waited while my mechanic worked on the car. The hours passed, and before we knew it, it was approaching 6 p.m. I told them to go ahead without me and promised to join them later that night.
After my car was finally fixed at exactly 7:35 p.m., I started the engine and was about to accelerate when my mother's call came in.
"Seun, if you have been at the protest ground, you have tried your best, and it is time for you to go home."
This was after Sanwo-Olu had issued a stern warning to everyone. My mum did not just advise me to go home; she pleaded with me to leave.
I called my friends and asked them to return to the mainland. They refused. They were adamant that they wanted to fight for the country. They said they were tired of the state of the nation and that it was either now or never.
At 8 p.m., I went on my socials and saw DJ Switch's Instagram Live broadcast. The Nigerian Army was already firing sporadically, initially shooting into the air to scare the protesters away. But the protesters insisted they were not cowards and stood their ground.
By 8:25 p.m., the soldiers had started firing live ammunition at the protesters.
Bola was not so lucky. He was hit by a bullet, and we lost him.
Following his death, his mother, who was barely 52 years old, died the following year. Despite his eldest brother relocating her to the UK in the hope that a change of environment would help her cope with Bola's death, all efforts proved futile.
We lost Bola on 20-10-2020.
We lost Bola's mum on 15-09-2021.
Rest on, Abimbola. 🕊️
Dear Igbo people, please do everything within your power to reject the spread of Islam in your land. Learn from the mistakes and experiences of others before it becomes too late.
I got in the car at the airport and the seat was laid flat so that I was not visible. The driver changed into the uniform of a police officer hoping we’d be waved through military checkpoints. Then we hit the open roads to drive some 6- hours north — on African roads.
The open country is where the real danger lurks. Fulani herdsmen or Boko Haram, both Muslim terrorist groups, are known to throw obstacles out into your path — burning tires, spike strips, anything. When you brake hard and hit reverse, another group, armed with AK47s, comes out of hiding and throws obstacles behind you. If you don’t stop, they will simply riddle the car with bullets. Unless you are very lucky, you are trapped.
The goal is hostages, especially Christians and Westerners. They kidnap you and send your body parts bit by bloody bit to your family demanding payment for your release. The government and the UN are both corrupt and look the other way.
We stop for gas. I’m noticed by children. Word spreads rapidly that a white man, seldom seen in the north, is in that car. Soon the car is mobbed by people pressing theirs noses to the windows to peer in. Some are shouting and knocking on the glass. Most of it is just curiosity and not malevolence. I get out and walk around. They press against me, and I push them off. Hard. You get used to it, but you must make them respect your space. (Muslims will do the same in Hyde Park. You’ll never see a knife coming if you allow that.)
In those parts of the world that are dangerous for Americans, you must be wary of the children. Watch them. In South America, for instance, many are in the employ of the cartels. It’s no different in Africa or the Middle East. They are given cell phones, some money or candy or some other incentive, and told to report anything unusual. If you see one looking at you and reach for a cell phone, it should trigger alarms in your head. It’s time to move. Fast.
We drive on past burning villages, through desert country, and finally to a compound where I am locked in from the outside. The windows are heavily barred. If there’s a fire, I cannot escape. Welcome to West Africa.
The Christians who house me often do so at considerable risk. As an American, I’m deemed to be valuable if kidnapped. They would likely be killed. They are courageous, extraordinary people. They tell me stories of family members murdered: boys and men shot or killed with machetes; women raped and mutilated, and girls taken into sex slavery. This is daily life for them and has been since ~2000, and intensifying in 2012 and after.
Yet many are joyful, warm, good humored, and hopeful. They want to know how many are with me and if America is going to send them help. It pains me to say that I am alone and probably not. They look downcast, but quickly cheer up and move to other topics.
I speak in their churches on apologetics, but the apologetics they need is of the physical type. I preach in the cathedral on hope. Muslims gather round the church and stare through the windows to intimidate. The cathedral had once been bombed. We press on and sing in defiance. When I am finished many are emotional, thankful, as if I had preached the most wonderful sermon. I had not. It was hot, stuff, the sound was poor, and the distractions many. But that was beside the point for them. My simply being there, risking something on their behalf, that’s what mattered more than any words.
Pray for these people who suffer under the sword of Islam.
@sarkinnomaa@MaddieT2012 The Saudi government has not even produced proof yet and you thousands of miles away in Nigeria already produced your own proof in defense of of the Saudi government.
Wow just wow.