THE CAPTIVE’S MUSE

bring-back-our-girls

On Sunday I just woke up with a deep burden in my heart for the abducted girls of Chibok, Bornu State, Nigeira, by the dreaded Boko Haram terrorist group. All i could think about was what those girls would have gone through, how many would even be alive, etc. It’s sad really that we’re getting weary in the struggle to demand the release of these girls. As Nigerians, we don’t really dwell much on one issue before moving to the next. But we owe these captive daughters of distraught parents a duty not to forget. We must never let them feel alone in this. This might not be much, I only hope it serves as a reminder. If that happens, maybe I’ll sleep happy. And no, it is not a happy poem, neither is it just about the Chibok girls or the Boko Haram or Nigeria alone.

Like my friend Mary Ajayi said, enforced disappearance is used as a strategy to spread terror within the society. It occurs when people are arrested, detained or abducted against their will and when governments refuse to disclose the whereabouts of these people. Enforced disappearance is a global problem and is not restricted to a specific region of the world. In our way, we must all do what we can to bring this issue to light and ensure it never dims till it’s addressed.

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I miss mother, father too
Even brother, I forgive his trouble too
I’d rather have him bully me
Than have these guns inspire nothing but terror in me

Mother, I’m sure she’s sick with grief
Father’s torment stoically hidden I feel
Left to wonder what has become of me
A daughter lost is worse than one dead

I wonder if they’ll come for us
If we’re left to our fates; captives without ransom
If our salvation is nothing but a myth
Before this place begins to feel like home

I’ve heard hell sucks but that I’ll rather have
Than the shrieks and screams that embrace us at night
A week ago a feisty Patty yanked away
In her place a cowering Patty shivers away

I miss school, the tolling bells and whooshing canes
Teachers chasing while we spring away
Fleet of foot like a gazelle in flight
Our fates now we know not in this lion’s den

I know not what day it is anymore
What month, what week, what date?
Ignorant of the time and seasons
Only known to me is the grey dawn, yellow noon and ashen dusk

I miss mother, father too
Even brother, I forgive his trouble too
I’d rather have him bully me
Than have these guns inspire nothing but terror in me

#BringBackOurGirls #ChibokGirls

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