A poetic insight of a piece written and composed by Nwazuosa Nkem Kennedy
My “Sambisa” Tale: Chibok Girl - 1
Written
by: Nwazuosa Nkem
Kennedy
It was going to be like a normal
night
It was going to be a chat with my
fellow girls until I give-in to sleep
It was going to be a night with
Amina, Fatima and Hauwa
Just a normal night… just after I
said my little prayer
A night when the moon couldn’t
whisper to my innocent heart like every other night
A night when my dreams will be
engulfed by the darkest night
Have my innocent heart committed
a crime to chase that dream?
If achieving my goals through
education is forbidden, would an early marriage be acceptable?
If regrets could turn back the
hands of time
If wishes could make the watchman
not feel drowsy on duty
Oh! I wished my life never depended
on the weak index of that soldier (God bless his efforts)
Or on the frail fence where we even
jump over sometimes.
In my sleep I heard strange
voices; on my feet was a tap…
‘HE’ touched me… Mama! He touched
me!!!
Screams went louder from
different sections; I closed my eyes and wished it was a dream
Lo and Behold! The very
aspiration and my pursuit for empowerment delivered me unto ‘HIM’.
I reached out to Hauwa to at
least be on same four-wheeled truck to share from her courage
Instead my worst fears gripped me
as I heard more Horror and masculine voice
Gunshot loudly mellowed our
screams for help
Could I have jumped off like
Fatima and Amina; I thought of it but I couldn’t dare…
How can this same language they
speak become foreign to me?
I called on same Allah as they
too scream…
Does a different blood flow
through their veins?
My heart beat stopped severally
yet my thoughts were wide.
The sounds of Crickets and strong
wind; cries and prayers proved we were going deep
Deep into Isolation; deep into a
cave we talked dreadfully of in our little girl’s gossip
The plague I once feared has come
upon me
What is forbidden? Is it my
aspirations, HIS Hellish ideology or what I have been subjected into right now?
Father! I need now more than ever
your love to rescue me from this hate
It’s the 7th day so
far and for the first time in my tender life I have seen my period in the
forest
Mama! Oh! Mama… they wouldn’t let
me do what you have taught me.
Mama you have no idea what HE has
done me…
I heard some of us have died…
some of starvation and some from deep wounds
Mama, it’s going to be my turn
tomorrow…
I contemplate suicide, would HE
do this to me?
Mama it’s cold out here, I feel
pains on my chest am I going to die?
You will not be wrong if you
think we have taken oaths…
The heights of all imaginations
have been done to me Mama…
I will be 13years tomorrow and I
have seen it all
Mama, my tender eyes have seen
the other side of Life
Be strong Mama, I have tried not
to give-up…
Be brave as you have taught me to
be
If I see you again, please don’t
ask me what has happened to me.
If not mama, know that the worse is
yet to happen because I choose not to give-up.
The stars will never shine bright again…
The moon will set at noon…
The cock will crow at Midnight…
It will never be the same again….
But I love you Mama!!!
We indeed need a leader that is answerable to our cry.
Nice piece. Keep it up
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