A Researchers Diary: The Bloodbath
My May 30th, 2016 Reminiscence
The morning sun filtered through the windows of my office on Gana Street, Maitama Abuja, casting familiar shadows across stacks of case files and witness testimonies.
Somewhere to the south-east, people were experiencing violations that would leave invisible scars for generations. My job was to make those violations visible, to transform suffering into evidence, to ensure that when the world moved on to other crises, the record would remain.