15th April 2014 – a day we won’t forget in a hurry.
Just like the morning of every other weekday, I bade my mother goodbye
and hurried off to school for my WAEC examinations.
A few hours later, my classmates and I were together, studying and
having occasional chatters, not knowing we were marked out for terror.
Of course, many are not surprised. With our Government nonchalant
attitude on the recent happenings in the North, they knew this day
would come soon.
Pandemonium suddenly filled the air. We heard the sounds of screeching
tyres, the sounds of gunshots, footsteps of our schoolmates scrambling
to safety, wails from our teachers and the voices of men shouting
Completely at the mercies of our attackers, we had nowhere to run to.
Our cries and pleas fell on their deaf ears.
Two hundred and thirty four of us were bundled like sardines into a
truck and driven into the deep dark forest.
Far away from civilization, far away from our families, friends and loved ones.
Some of us never had an opportunity to tell our loved ones goodbye.
We are being forced to submit to these terrorists as sex slaves or get
butchered to death by the cruel edges of their sharp knives,
originally intended for slaughtering animals.
Back in school, we learnt Nigeria abolished slavery yet some of us
were sold to rebels for twenty pieces of a hundred naira note.
Minutes have turned into hours, hours into days, and days into weeks
in this camp where we are forced to cook, clean and share a bed with
The sight of the word ‘Bokoharam’ on your TV screen is enough to
fraught one with chills.
Now think of the pain we innocent girls are going through.
Why does such fate have to befall us simply because we said YES to education?
Our grief stricken parents would rescue us if they could. But alas,
how far could they go with an armoury of bows and sticks against these
sons from hell?
Not a word from our Government.
The so called father to the fatherless, the voice to the voiceless,
the arms to the handicapped, the ones that swore an oath to protect
and fight for us.
Are we going to be a faded memory like the recent massacre of fifty
nine school boys in Yobe State?
This is not the Nigeria my forefathers fought for.
When did we decide to let the labour of our heroes past be in vain?
No! It can’t be in my lifetime.
Our families are mourning.
Nigerians are holding their breath.
The whole world is watching.
Aso Rock sleeps…
Apparently, all citizens in Nigeria are equal but some citizens are
more equal than others.
Mr. President, we are still on our school uniforms.
We want to come home!
We want to see our families again!
Please bring us back home alive!
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