100 people killed in the Munguno market of Borno.

A Boko Haram member who disguised as a member of the state Vigilante group carried a booby into the market where it exploded and killed about 100 people yesterday, June 16^th, in the Munguno market of Borno.

According to reports, the Vigilante members had earlier engaged the sect members in a fight where they chased them out of their community.

While trying to escape, the sect members abandoned their weapons which included guns and other objects, one of which was a booby trap.

According to the eyewitnesses, one of the sect member who disguised as a vigilante member picked the item up against the advice of other vigilante members. He walked into the busy market where the explosive detonated.

As of this morning, 62 bodies have been evacuated from a trailer that is being used to remove the bodies from the scene of the incident to the State Special Hospital morgue in Maiduguri.

Residents have also been warned not to pick up any object which they are not sure of.

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