In the courts of heaven, blood has a voice. When innocent blood is shed, it does not dry quietly; it speaks. It cries. And though men may silence the victims, the soil remembers the sound. From Abel to the prophets, and from the villages of Jos to the fields of Kaduna, the principle remains constant — the blood of the innocent never dies unheard.
Nigeria stands today under the weight of that cry. Long before threats of foreign intervention began to echo, the ground had been…
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