Damola retweetou

Yet today I stood in Bokkos local government where sorrow hangs heavy in the air where we lost eight precious souls to Fulani terrorists
Eight lives gone in a moment
Eight families shattered beyond words
Eight voices that will never be heard again
The cries of mothers the silence of fathers the tears of children it all echoes in my heart and refuses to fade
But even in this pain even in this unbearable grief I make this vow from the depths of my soul
I will never stop interceding for my people
I will never be silent in the face of this darkness
I will never grow weary in lifting their names before God
For He sees every tear He hears every cry and He is near to the brokenhearted Psalm 34 18
No matter how deep the pain no matter how long the night I will keep praying I will keep standing I will keep believing
Because my people will not be forgotten
Their blood will not cry in vain
And their hope will not die in silence

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