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Don't ever pray to encounter these people.
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Living and schooling in core north made me realize that most of them aren't even Hausas nor Nigerians. I can tell you for free that these blôód suckers aren't the regular Hausa Fulanis you see around. These guys are dem0ns. 👿

They literally feed on humáns bl00d and there's nothing anybody wants to tell me. If you see their eyes ehhh, Ahhh!!! 🤦🏿‍♂️🥹

The Fulanis are in the bush fîghting with farmers and doing their own kîllings if you touch their cow, but you see these ones? They don't even speak hause or Fulani like that. Some don't even understand Hausa let alone English. The regular Fulanis you know and fear in Nigeria dey even fear these guys and I kid you not. Make your inquiries.

The day I heard the news of Kebbi state attáck and adoption of skool girls I knew it was over reason being that I literally lived in Kebbi state Badariya to be precise. Wrote my WAEC and NECO there 2002/2003

I lived in the Army barracks with my elder sister and her husband before he passed and then she bought a house in the area the call Bayankara in Kebbi state and we moved.

I said it was over because,Kebbi state that I knew years back was one of the most peaceful states in Nigeria,no drama,zero banditry invasion and the electricity in that town that year was top-notch. We often had light.

It was a peaceful town until one day something happened.

My elder sister who runs clothing business had just returned from her trip where she went to buy goods in large quantities as usual.

Expensive wrappers.
Laces.
Jewelries
Etc.

Kept them in one of the empty rooms she uses as storehouse in the compound and we went into the main building and slept.

We were sleeping that night when we heard noises I was actually not deep asleep cus I was seeing a movie and the movie had just ended like 15/20mins before that noise started and I'm very sensitive to noise or strange presence,I noticed that someone or some people had broken through our main gate and were trying to burgle the burglary protector that leads to the main house.

God!!!🥹🤦🏿‍♂️ I was hearing their conversation and that wasn't Hausa language,it sounded more like Niger.
These people tried and tried,they didn't want to sh00t probably not to alert the other neighbors or something.

I summoned courage and went to peep through the window and lo and behold I saw these men in their numbers.....🤦🏿‍♂️🤲🏾
All armed to the teeth,they had broken through my sister's first storehouse and were busy packing the goods in there to their car or whatever they came with that they left outside.

Immediately I sighted them I almost lost consciousness that was how I crawled to my sister's room and met her trying to hide her kids inside the ceiling,she had already seen them from her bedroom window and was already a step ahead,Ahhh!! Mothers love 💕 shaa..🥹🤦🏿‍♂️

The next thing we heard was gwoooooaaa!!! A loud bang on our neighbors door(Aunty Christy) may her soul rest in peace.

I heard they t00k turn on this poor single mother that night while they made her little boy watch. Kai!!🥹🤦🏿‍♂️

We were inside hearing Aunty Christy cry and beg for mercy including her son...
I was traumatized for long cus of that incident.

Y'all said my write-ups are usually too lengthy,so I'll pause here to finish up later.

What I experienced that night made my heart stone cold.🥹😠

And yes, I'll tell you how they broke into our house that night.

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This story is terrifying. The level of fear he felt that night is understandable. Armed intruders speaking an unfamiliar language and moving with confidence would shake anyone. God help us

Many people don’t realise how mixed the northern borders are. You have groups moving in from Niger, Mali, and Chad. Some are armed, trained, and not connected to the regular Fulani communities people know. That’s why their behaviour feels completely different.

His description of early 2000s Kebbi brought back memories. That state used to be extremely peaceful. Hearing how it changed shows how insecurity gradually spreads until it reaches places nobody expected.

The part where he said he heard their voices clearly is important. When you know Hausa and can instantly tell someone is speaking another dialect from across the border, it says a lot. These cross-border groups operate like independent militias.

His sister hiding the kids immediately shows quick thinking. A lot of people freeze during moments like that. Her instinct probably saved lives.

The fact that they broke into the storehouse first shows they were there with a plan. They didn’t come randomly. They targeted goods, valuables, and whatever they could carry. That level of organisation is scary. Informants dey

What happened to Aunty Christy is painful to read. Knowing she had a child who witnessed everything makes it worse. Children who go through that kind of night often carry the memory into adulthood. May God kill those demons

This post should be a warning. Once criminals realise a community is sleeping and unprepared, they treat houses like open targets. Only strong, consistent security presence keeps them away.

It’s sad how a peaceful childhood memory can turn into a nightmare in just one night. Many Nigerians carry these hidden stories that they don’t talk about because it’s too painful.