Do you know…? Do you know that this last attack was shamelessly tagged a “reprisal” by these merciless men payback, they claimed, for the death of their brethren whose bodies were discovered on their own terrain at night. Yet without evidence, without truth, they quickly placed the blame on the innocent Christians of Dorowa Babuje, the nearest community to them. But do you know the painful truth? That very terrain they speak of is a No-Go Area for Christians even in broad daylight. Believers cannot pass through it safely when the sun is high in the sky let alone sneak into that place in the darkness of night. How then could Christians have entered a land crawling with armed killer herdsmen, carried out such an act, and left without anyone noticing? Do you know what truly happened on February 22, 2026? Killer herdsmen descended on Dorowa Babuje like wolves upon helpless sheep. They surrounded the community with evil intent burning in their hearts. Their first victims were five innocent men at a roadside shop along the federal road. Those men were not soldiers, not fighters just ordinary people trying to survive another day. The attackers slit their throats, and in an act of horrifying cruelty, blew open their skulls. Five lives gone in an instant. But their bloodlust was not satisfied. They pushed deeper into the community, spreading terror like wildfire. Four more people were brutally murdered, and many others were left wounded, bleeding, and crying for help. Only the swift intervention of the military forced the attackers to retreat. Had help delayed even a little longer, today we would not be mourning nine souls we would be burying over a hundred . Do you know something even more disturbing? Mahanga and Lukere have long been known as strongholds and camping grounds for these killer herdsmen. Yet, strangely, the military has not deemed it necessary to enter those infamous settlements to search for weapons or arrest the criminals hiding there. And do you know the cruelest irony of these attacks? After the blood dries and the cries fade, the families of the victims are left alone to carry their grief. No justice. No closure. Just silence. They return home to empty chairs, empty beds, and memories that haunt them every single day. Today, I looked into the faces of the people… and what I saw was pure pain and unfiltered agony. One of the men who was killed had a pregnant wife. He never lived long enough to see the face of his first child. That woman will soon give birth, and one day she will hold that child close and whisper with tears in her eyes: “Your father was killed… by herdsmen.” What kind of world forces a child to grow up with such a story? Today, many Christians feel like chickens in their own land defenseless, hunted, and abandoned. And the question that echoes in our hearts is this: How long will this continue?

My Beloved Brothers and Sisters in Christ around the world, Grace and peace be unto you in the mighty name of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Today my heart is heavy, and my spirit cries out. I ask with deep pain in my soul: How many widows shall we continue to comfort? How many mothers must we hold as they weep for husbands who will never return? How many children must grow up calling strangers “father” because violence has taken their own? Every day we stand before broken families, telling them “Take heart, the Lord is with you.” We wipe tears, we pray, we preach hope but the wounds of our people are deep. The cries of the suffering rise like incense before God. My beloved brethren, our nation needs you urgently. Your prayers, your voices, your compassion, and your unity are needed now more than ever. The body of Christ must not sleep when the members are in pain. Yet in the midst of sorrow, we remember the promise of our God. The Scripture says in Book of Psalms 91:1: “He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.” Oh God, You have given us this assurance. When we run to You, when we hide in Your presence, You become our refuge and our fortress. Even when the storm rages, Your shadow covers Your children. But Lord, strengthen Your people. Strengthen the widows who cry in the night. Strengthen the children who wake up asking where their fathers are. Strengthen the Church that is carrying so much pain. To the Christian world, I say with tears in my eyes: do not forget your brothers and sisters who suffer. Stand with us in prayer. Lift up your voices before God. Let love move you to compassion and action. For the Lord is still our defender. The Lord is still our refuge. And the Lord will not abandon His people. May the God of heaven hear the cries of His children, comfort every widow, heal every broken heart, and restore peace to the land. In Jesus’ mighty name. Amen.