There’s no security in Southern Kaduna. We lived in constant fear. Neighbors aren’t really neighbors. The religious crisis had taken its toll on us and we were so afraid that we could not sleep. We could also barely afford to feed ourselves. Then one night we woke up and our house was on fire. We barely escaped with my siblings. We sold everything we owned and we left. We’d rather die in a plastic boat than die there. We got to Sokoto and a priest gave us this carpet to pray on. He told us “We have the same God”.