Poetry · Women & Children

Chibok Girls: 100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 5…tick tick tick


Classes over,
We gathered to sing “now the day is over”
Like a bird after the day’s stress,
It retires to its nest,
So would we to ours,
No evil could possibly await us,
Our dorms, our nest,
Little did we know, the peace which we thought we had,
Would soon be taken away from us by people so bad,

Who are they?
I have heard people call them jihadists,
Others extremists,
A group word for all of them? Terrorists,
But to me, these are pet names,
Given to a group who would dare take over 200 girls captive,
I cry, as we are taken,
Why are we being taken?

A day, two days, three days, four days, five…
As the days go by, I grow restive,
What are our parents doing?
How soon, for us, would they be coming?
Maybe we would soon be freed,
But, I do not understand,
Why are we being held?
What crime have we committed?

A week, two weeks, three weeks, four weeks, five…
Over 200 of us taken to God knows where,
I want to go home,
I want to see my family again,
They must feel so much pain,
Have we been forgotten?
I am tired of crying,
Why has no one come for us?

A month, two months, three months, four months, five…
One after the other, we are taken,
To do what?
I know not,
The girls that come back, do so with torn clothes,
Teary eyed,
A swollen lip here,
Bloody legs there,
They never say a word,
Some never return,
I see them leave the camp, wired
I hope it doesn’t soon get to my turn,
Maybe we have been forgotten after all,

A year,
Don’t let it get to two,
I see the men whisper around,
They point at me each time someone is about to be chosen,
The other girls tell me,
I never get picked because I am too small,
But what happens when one day,
Someone decides, that I may not be small after all,
What happens when it gets to my turn,

Save me,
NO, save us,
For I do not know which I would prefer,
Bloody legs, or to die in a suicide planned for me,
The result of the bloody legs, I have seen,
Stomachs shooting,
And the wires, they seem an easy end to this misery,
I hope I do not get to choose.

100 days, 200 days, 300 days, 400 days, 500 days, 519….
Don’t give up on us,
Save us,
We shouldn’t have to count to 600 days.


Painting by: J.J Omojuwa


2 thoughts on “Chibok Girls: 100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 5…tick tick tick

  1. We shouldn’t stop believing that the ones who remain will return,
    and we will stop pushing the blame on lame game(politics)
    cos we are same fight those insane fighters and jihadists until
    we get our precious girls back.

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