From the Desk of the Director
Dearly beloved brethren,
Thank you all for standing with us, despite the hardship in the country. You are encouraging us to build not just a home for the children, but also a future for the community. Every month from now, we will be presenting to you a member of our family of Martyrs, our children who can share their stories with your family. Thank you for your donation and constantly standing helping the children at the Stephen Centre. May the Lord our God continue to bless your family.
I Saw My Father’s Butchered Body Wheeled Back Home: First-Class Mechanical Engineering Graduate Recalls the Horrors of 2001 Jos Riots
In 2001, a most unexpected ethno-religious riot broke out in the hitherto serene and peaceful city of Jos. Within days, about 7,000 lives had been wasted while over 50,000 civilians were left displaced and several properties billions of naira destroyed. Davou Thoma Gyang, then a ten-year-old survivor, who has now made good for himself, with a first-class degree in Mechanical Engineering, takes a retrospective look at those trouble days with Adeola Ogunlade.
The Executive Director of Stephen Children International, Abeokuta, Rev Isaac Newton-Wusu, has called on the church to invest more in the education and rehabilitation of children of persecuted saints in the nation.
Wusu said this at the 14th anniversary/prize-giving day of Stephens Children International’s Abeokuta, Ogun State.
It was a dark Easter Sunday after unknown gunmen reportedly attacked a community in Jema’a Local Goverment Area of Kaduna State, which left 13 Christians dead.
Details are still sketchy right now, but it is believed to be part of the Southern Kaduna Violence involving the fulani Herdsmen and local farming communities, which so far have left over 200 people dead in past attacks.
I was recently searching through some pieces of papers, and I stumbled upon my old medical registration card No 663/98 from the Sacred Heart Hospital, a Catholic hospital in Lantoro, Abeokuta. I could remember the white lady who did a routine check on my blood pressure in 1998, when I arrived Abeokuta, assured me that I was living in my grave yard, after she found out that my blood pressure read like280/200. I probably did not know the reason for this till this day.