The Ugandan maid who tortured an 18-month-old baby in Kampala asked for forgiveness.

This footage of Jolly Tumuhiirwe, 22, was from a video which went viral, drawing an outpouring of condemnation and outrage.

Thanks to the installation of a Closed Circuit Television (CCTV) camera in the living room which captured her maltreatment of the child.

Today, she stands in court and pleads for forgiveness, she desires mercy, but was she merciful to the 18-months baby that was kept in her care?

Her action sent ripples of fear through all parents, especially those who leave their children in the care of nannies and maids

WHAT A WICKED MOTHER

 Mrs Toyin

Mrs. Toyin Abiodun lives with her four children in a one-room apartment at Number 24 Adekunle Street, Akute-Odo, Ogun State. In her room she cooks, eats, washes her clothes and dishes, she and her four children defecate and have their bath in the same room.

According to her co-tenants, Toyin abuses her children by locking them up and using cutlass, knife and belt to beat them. Evidence of this is on their bodies. Their heads and bodies are full of scars while their hands are dislocated.

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Her first son with cuts on his head

The rest of her children.

Honestly the first thing that came to my mind  after reading this is, either it’s a case of absolute wickedness or one of mental disorder, for a mother to abuse her children thus is really abnormal. If she is normal which I doubt, then she is Jezebel incarnate.

 According to the story she had these kids for two men who married and divorced her.

The average Nigerian child is without protection.

Where are the Welfare officers, where are the Human Right organizations and the NGOs

THEY ESCAPED.

Amina Sawok and Thabita Welse, are two of the girls that escaped from the Boko Haram clutch. Prompted by survival instincts they jumped out and ran into the bush when the truck the insurgents were using to transport them broke down.

According to their story, the insurgents came to their school late in the night dressed in army uniform and ordered them to assemble in the dinner hall, from where they loaded them into a truck.

FIRST LADY WEEPS

Dame Patience Jonathan wept over the poor attendance of her meeting by stakeholders which she convened to discuss issues concerning the abducted girls.

Towards the end of the meeting she wept again, telling those present, "you want to kill my husband, you want to make me a widow before you go and rest. my God will never make me a widow".

Also during the meeting she threatened to lead a mass protest group to Maiduguri to ask the Borno State governor to produce the girls.

        DAILY TRUST

EVEN THE MOON BLEEDS FOR THE EVIL IN OUR LAND.

BRING OUR GIRLS BACK

 It started like any other ordinary day. They all woke up with plans and expectations for the day; they left their homes to the park to board buses and cars to different destination; some to work, and some to business.

 As usual, the park was bustling with activities; there was the clamour for passengers from drivers, the usual shouts of hawkers announcing their wares, buying and selling was going on in various places in and outside the park. Cars and buses was driving in and out.  Some others were eating breakfast in various food vendors’ outlet within the park.  Life was going on as usual, the people unaware of the angel of death lurking around.

Then an ear splitting explosion, for a split second, there was an eerily silence; then, pandemonium broke, and by the time the smoke of the bomb blast settled, there were human parts scattered all over the place, grotesque charred human remains were everywhere, the wounded and the maimed screamed and cried out in pain, but no immediate help was in the vicinity, the survivors were still dazed and helpless.

It was the scene of yet another bomb attack by the dreaded agent of destruction, The Boko Haram at Nyanya Park Abuja. They struck, leaving in their wake; tears, blood and sorrows. The carnage was so massive that darkness came at the break of day, the evil so thick that even the moon bleeds and blurs at night time.

 Again and again, they came, they kill, they destroy, and the people looked on hopelessly and the leaders watched helplessly. 

Still within the same week, the perpetrators struck yet again and slithered away with two hundred and thirty-four school girls for victory orgies. Again nothing was done, and the Chibok school girls yet to be found.

Let me ask,

 How many ears must our leaders have, before they can hear the cries of the people?

How many deaths will it take before they know that too many people have died?

The answer……