Sokoto: May 16 2022, 2. PM or there abouts
The flames have been blazing for nearly 30 minutes, licking through the gusty hot afternoon breeze with a growing bravado. The crowd is mad, hailing those who have killed my sister. I cannot edge closer to the mad inferno, but from where I stand, I can smell her body, sizzling away: blood, bones and flesh, all melting away like some lonesome lamb on the altar. If only they knew, they had sacrificed the wrong twin.
Written by PBlessing and Chidiebere Udeokechukwu
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