The National Agency for the Prohibition of Trafficking in Persons (NAPTIP) in Kano State, has arrested a 29-year-old housewife, Jamila Abubakar, over the alleged murder of her stepson, Muhammad Bashir.

Mr Shehu Umar, NAPTIP Zonal Commander in charge of Kano State, confirmed the arrest in an interview with Journalist on Thursday in Kano.

Umar disclosed that the suspect was apprehended on Thursday after she beat her seven-year-old stepson to death at Tarauni Kasuwa area of Kano metropolis.

He recalled that the Agency had invited the suspect over alleged child abuse after the deceased was rescued from the suspect in the past few months.

The Coordinator said: “We received information that the deceased rescued a few months ago was allegedly clubbed to death by his stepmother.

“On receiving the information, operatives of NAPTIP swung into action and arrested the suspect.”

He added that preliminary investigations revealed that the suspect confined the decease in a room without food when they left home foR...
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