After collecting ₦10 million from his family with promises that he would be released, they still went ahead and killed him. They took the ransom, they gave hope, and then they destroyed that hope in the most painful way imaginable. Copper Abba is gone.
What was his offence? Simply being a Nigerian. Simply being a young man from the Hausa tribe trying to live his life in his own country. That is all. No crime, no wrongdoing, just existing.
And yet, we are told by someone occupying a high national office that these kinds of people are “our brothers.” No, they are not. Criminals who kidnap, collect ransom, and still murder their victims are not my brothers. Brotherhood is built on shared humanity, on compassion, on protecting one another, not on terror, bloodshed, and wickedness.
It is heartbreaking to imagine what his family went through. The fear. The sleepless nights. The desperate efforts to raise ₦10 million, probably through borrowing and selling what little they had, clinging to hope that their son would come back alive. Only to receive the most devastating news possible. No family deserves that kind of cruelty. No mother deserves to cry over a child she paid to save.
This pain is heavy. This anger is real. And this injustice cuts deep.
May your gentle soul rest in perfect peace, Abba. You did not deserve this. Nigeria must do better.
