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Martial music and an announcement on the radio interrupted the soft Christian songs Imma was playing, jolting him from bed.
“I, Major Jehu Jedidiah of the Nigerian Army....”
It was the morning of April 22, 1990. All adults in Nigeria and other African countries knew the eerie feeling of a coup d’état. Any military overthrow of the ruling government was usually bloody. Imma put the radio to his ear – no surprise, a dawn-to-dusk curfew had been imposed throughout the country, along with the usual strong warnings to remain at home and stay calm until further instructions.
Stay calm was the part Imma would not obey today. How could he? Gift had informed him of her early-morning departure on a Church mission trip to a village on the outskirts of Lagos. If they le
