Our Girls.

#1

This first post is written by a young girl, whose heart bleeds for girls like herself who have been taken hostage. She takes us through the current happenings in the Northern parts of the country and reminds us, of the troubles lurking there.

Read and Enjoy.

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I am not a parent of any of the girls.

I wasn’t kidnapped.

I haven’t lost anyone to the killings or bombings.

I live in the west with a false sense of security.

Yet, I am a victim.

As the hours turned to days and the days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned into months, so did the hopes and dreams of our girls begin to burn.

At first it was a little flame, but it grew, till all that was left were the ashes and then the winds came and blew the ashes, leaving no evidence that these were once girls, full of hopes and dreams.

We say ‘bring back our girls’, but do you want them brought back dead or alive?

At first, there was a fire burning in our hearts. We created hashtags, we conducted protests, we cried, we prayed, but slowly, we no longer kindled that fire and now it is dead.

I ask you, when last did you say a word of prayer for these girls?

We prayed for help, the foreign help came. Alas, our salvation is here. You all fell for it. A trap! All lies!

Do they still cross your mind?

Have they become a thing of the past?

Does it break your heart?

Who are the real losers? Their parents? No, we are.

Our leaders, our mothers, our wives, are gone. Gone and it doesn’t bother you.

Their worst fears have become a reality. The fear of being forgotten, the fear of death.

Nobody told them to expect the worst, nobody reassures them they will be fine. Their fate, left in the mere whims of men.

Will they love again? Will they trust? Will they live to tell the story? Or should I say, live to die another day? 

Were your actions to help, sincere? Was it all some sort of publicity stunt? Did you do it to increase your followers ? Was it just some hashtag to add at the end of every tweet? Was it just the new trend? Have you come to terms with the fact that our girls are gone! gone!gone!

I repeat,

I am not a parent of any of the girls.

I wasn’t kidnapped.

I haven’t lost anyone to killings or bombings.

I live in the west with a false sense of security.

Yet, I am a victim.

WHO ARE YOU?

Bring back our girls, alive.

Ona Akinde.

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4 thoughts on “Our Girls.

  1. hmmm. this truly touched me because i fall victim to one of the people who have forgotten about the fate and troubles of these girls. i have failed to realize that these girls are like me and if i were in their shoes, i wouldn’t want to fall into oblivion by the society. i would want to prayed for everyday and this is something i haven’t done for them.
    This is a great write up and definitely a wake up call.

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