Destroyed Roof in Pageri, Courtesy " They lived on the innocence's sweats. " If you had never been to that village or its neighbour, you might think it was just a false story. But the truth was quite different. Owiku never slept. During the day, it hooted softly, but come evening, it was more alert, as if sensing the approaching darkness. The villagers deserted their homes, and a feeling of unease settled in. Trucks filled with children and women moved through the jungles seeking safety, while the men guarded the rear, like a startled elephant protecting its calf. As night fell, darkness cloaked the sky beyond, and minds wandered in chaos. The question echoed in everyone's mind: Why us? The villagers would never find an answer to a question. Meanwhile, the invaders, promised by their leaders, vandalised roofs, metal doors, and remnants inside houses. They slaughtered those they found. Some homes became toilets; schools became their barracks, and hospitals into kitc...