The boy who refused to join Boko Haram, says ‘I watched them slaughter my father’ 


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It was a relatively cold morning in July 2014. Babagana Bukar and his family woke up in Rann, Borno state, just to have Sahur – the pre-dawn meal taken by Muslim faithful in the month of Ramadan, in preparation for the day’s fast. 

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After the meal, they had their ablution and were preparing for Salat al-fajr – the first Muslim prayer of the day – when Boko Haram insurgents laid siege to their homes. .

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“Any man who was old enough was killed,” Bukar tells TheCable, smiling at how he led his life afterwards – for him, the journey to independent manhood began too early. 

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“I watched them slaughter my father,” he says, this time with a dim countenance, wiping his face like he wants to waive off the memories of the past. The 14-year-old and others whose fathers had just been put to such brutal death were asked to join the Boko Haram sect as foot soldiers.

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“They rallied us and we were forced to follow them, with the goods that they took from our homes,” he says. Bukar was not willing to join a sect which killed his father in their quest to gain territories and do “the will of Allah,” as they continually said in attempts to brainwash the young boys. 

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“When I had my chance, I ran, and as God will have it, I escaped Boko Haram. I came across a river, which was knee-deep. I carried my bicycle and walked through the river, on my way through Gamboru.” Bukar slept along the Gamboru border of Nigeria and Cameroon on his first night, but his destination was Chad. 

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For him, it was more reasonable to travel to Chad than to make his way to the state capital, Maiduguri, Nigeria, and his reasons are understandable. His grandmother – who fled Nigeria, owing to insurgency in the northeast – was living in Chad. 

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Bukar, now 16, said he avoided every path where he saw prints of motorcycles and cars, finding his way through bushes and villages. He narrated how he went from Gamboru, to Gwado, to Afade, then Kousséri, a city in Cameroon, before crossing over to Chad, where he met up with his grandmother, after four tiring days on the road. Crdt: TheCable 

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