There’s a heaviness in my heart as I write this, a weight too deep to ignore.  Every day in Nigeria, we wake up to news that shatters the soul, innocent lives snatched away, family members turning against each other, gruesome betrayals that leave us gasping for breath. Just recently in Imo State, a mother and her two sons went on a journalist's live stream, their voices trembling as they narrated how their husband and father was murdered, stoned to death by his own blood brother. His children stood there, watching the horror unfold, powerless. Their mother had only gone to the market, only to return to the unthinkable. And then, there’s the mother who left her three children at home to sit for an exam, only to return and find them gone.  She searched, called their names, checked every corner of the house, only to be met with a sight no parent should ever have to endure, her babies, lifeless, stuffed inside the freezer. Killed by hands unknown. Or the father who could barely sp...