EYN member, Aishatu Joshua showed me a scar on her upper left arm, where a Boko Haram fighter shot her during a raid in November 2014 of her town, Ngoshe, near the Cameroon border. The bullet entered her arm in an angle, and went out again.
Boko Haram fighters had captured her along with another woman. She heard one say, “Should we kill them?” The other said, “Take them out of the village and do it.” While they were walking them out, they shot and killed the other woman. Aishatu started to run away, but was shot in the arm. She fell down and lay still, so they thought she was dead and left her.
When they were gone, she went with others from the town into the nearby mountain. Someone went over into the Cameroons and got medication for her. She stayed two nights on the mountain and then went with others to Zalivida, in Cameroon. From there, she went to Yola, where she was in a displacement camp for two months, before coming to the Stephenus Camp, near Jos.
Her husband had already died before the attacks. Two of her sons are with her. Another son was killed in Chad. One daughter was abducted by Boko Haram, and they don’t know if she is dead or alive. Her house has been looted and her cows stolen, and it would very difficult for her to return. “I am grateful for God for sparing my life,” she said,” though I have difficulty sleeping at night, worrying about my daughter.”
During that same raid of Ngoshe, Rifkaty Bitrus and her husband ran into the mountain to escape. Militants followed them there and abducted her and her two daughters, ages one and four, along with other women and older girls.
At the Boko Haram camp, the women and girls were kept in a locked and guarded house. They were not harmed, but were forced to go and fetch water and return with the gate locked behind them, and do jobs such as pounding palm oil. “They called us “unbelievers,” she said, “and threatened to slaughter us like cows if we didn’t convert to Islam. We had to wear the Muslim veil, but none of us converted.”
After three weeks, Rifkaty was able to escape in the night, by putting her four-year-old daughter over the wall, and then climbing over with her baby on her back, without the guard seeing them. About fifteen other women also escaped that night, and made it by foot to Zalivida. After reuniting with her husband there, they went to Yola, and from there, also to the Stephenas Camp.
Rifkaty is worried about other family members who remained in their town when they left—not knowing what happened to them—but she is grateful to be alive.
By Peggy Faw Gish