-Daniel Yohanna Image Credit: Marcus Ganahl The night came without warning, thick, breathless, and bitter. In Damboa, the winds had whispered warnings, but no one truly listened to the wind until it screamed. That evening, it screamed with gunfire. The insurgents descended like locusts, swift, merciless, and loud. Aisha had been preparing dinner, her baby, cooing beside her, wrapped in an old blue blanket. The … Continue reading Daughter of My Sister