Will you call it luck, destiny or divine intervention? For Nancy, the
decision not to attend the Christmas Day early morning mass is kept her
alive. Despite pressure on her by her father and siblings, Nancy, 13,
the last of her parents’ three children, declined to go with them for
the early morning Mass.
She
pleaded with her parents to allow her stay back at home to enable her
dress her hair. When it became evident that she was not ready to go with
them, her mother, in annoyance, left some money and asked her to
prepare food for the Christmas .
Francis and Jennifer Maduka, parents of Nancy, and their two elder daughters left for the church. They did not return.
There
was no premonition that death was lurking in the corner. Not even the
directive by the Parish Priest, Rev. Father Isaac Achi, that all
parishioners should wait for a Christmas gift from “Baby Jesus” after
the mass could stop the family from leaving immediately.
Far
away from the church, Nancy was preparing to dress her hair when a loud
and ear-deafening sound rented the air. Like a wild harmattan fire, the
news of the bombings at St. Theresa Catholic Church went round Madalla.
Suddenly, Nancy remembered that her parents and sisters were in the
church. She dashed to the church to find her parents and two sisters
burnt in their car.
Recounting the gory story, Nancy said: “I was
not with them. I had to go and do my hair because I was in church
throughout yesterday, preparing for the Christmas. So, I was unable to
make it to mass, despite the pressure mounted by my father to dress up.
“At
about 7:30am, I went to do my hair and from there, I heard some people
talking about bomb blast at St. Theresa Church. So, I went to check. As I
was about entering the church, and was making enquiry, I saw somebody
lying on the ground, dead. I know my dad’s car; everybody in the car was
dead. The first person I identified was one of my sisters; she was
dried up by the fire from the explosion. I saw my parents in the front
seat, and they were all burnt in the car. I lost all; my parents, my
sisters. I lost all. I was crying because I can see a bleak future ahead
of me. Where do I go from where I am? I was not only confused; I
initially felt all hope was lost. The only thing I recalled was that
some people came and dragged me away from my father’s burnt car.”
Now
living with the Parish Sisters, Nancy is hopeful of a good future. “I
don’t know why this happened, but since this is the way the good Lord
wants it, let it be. All I know is that all hope is not lost. I strongly
believe this is not the end of the world for me. I know God has a plan
for me to have spared my life,” she said.
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