- Posted May 14, 2014 by
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Heartbeats in Sambisa. (a poem on chibok missing girls).
When it rains in Sambisa forest....My heart bleeds.
As the rain pelters hit my roof, I closed the windows and drew the blinds and relaxed into the sofa to enjoy the downpour, but something hit me like a bolt....."the chibok girls".
The thought of our girls huddling under trees and branches, covering thier heads with thier hijabs as the rain hammers away into the night in Sambisa forest drew tears from my eyes. How can I be comfortable here and some innocent girls are sitting helplessly under the rain in a forest...?
when it rains I definately know the chibok girls cry. I know there are no beds in Sambisa, so I know they sleep on leaves and use woods or stones as pillows. I know boko haram aint the best cooks, so am sure these girls may have been feeding on anything from wild animals (apparently roasted by the extremists) to dangerous leaf soups. Some may have gone hungry for days. I know there are no pharmacies in Sambisa forest so when they fall ill they are left to thier fates. Our girls have been on one cloth for 30 days because I know they did not pack any luggage before thier departure.
I wonder what is going on in thier minds when they lay down to sleep at nights.
My heart bleeds for our girls.They did nothing to suffer all these. Absolutely nothing. My heart bleeds.