"#BringBackOurGirls" - Kittypens

It is day 262 and I still haven't been found. I am scared and even
though I try not to show it,my fear is also something I can't mask. My
friends are all scared,we cry daily because there is no escape. Few of
us are lucky,they have found their way home. We are the unlucky
ones,there is no place to run. Every morning,they come into our
holes,rooms so cold and dark,our bodies on the hard and rocky
floors,yet they take us without listening to our pleas. It is now a
routine,these floors are stained with our blood,the proof of
virginity.
We have been forced to accept their religion,we have accepted the blow
life has dealt us. Sometimes I wonder if we are slaves or just
unfortunate children that happened to be at the right place at the
wrong time or who will blame us for wanting to attain a greater height
in the western world?
The way we are treated makes me question God's existence,sometimes I
want to give up on hope but a voice keeps saying"don't give up"..a
lingering voice,soft but one that goes away everytime I'm dealt a
second slap across the face. Raliatu's groans of pain as she was
gunned down while trying to escape finally made me know that all hope
was lost.
Aminat's death as a result of rape and battery was the last straw,we
had had enough. We protested,we cried but sounds of gunshot and the
corpses of four friends silenced us immediately.
We cannot protect ourselves from them,we can't fight them yet we can't
even run away. Some of us have been sold,few have been killed,little
have beeen married off,some are being trained to be suicide bombers
because those that refuse them are immediately given tickets to
heaven. I guess I am lucky,I haven't been forced to become a suicide
bomber.
We are cold,we are dirty,we get moved from time to time,our palms are
blistered,the soles of our feet are sore,our voices are gone,not
because we scream too much but because fear has silenced us
completely.
We are at their mercy and even though I pray to be kept alive, many of
my friends pray for death to take them.
I hear the whirring sound of helicopters flying over our dense
habitat,we live almost underground,it is difficult to be discovered. I
keep wondering if we will ever be found. Most times I rehearse my
dance of victory for the day freedom would come for me but when will
that day come?will it ever come?
Where will this lead to?The grave or freedom?
Today marks the beginning of a new year,I can see them talking in
hushed tones. I wonder what they are planning this time,I hope no evil
happens,I hope no girl gets kidnapped,I hope mama doesn't go to the
market,I hope papa doesn't stay near the window,I hope Zainab doesn't
venture near the main road,I hope Suleiman doesn't get beheaded.
Is the country in grief?are the citizens worried?are they even praying
for our freedom?is God listening?HEEEEELLLLPPPP!I wish someone would
hear me,I wish my thoughts would be seen on screens,I am dying!I want
my freedom!Who is coming for us?Who is going to save us?
They are coming,I can hear footsteps again,probably to force
themselves on us,should I fight back?should I use my knife?should I
surrender and live to fight another day?
Mother I am calling to you,despair not but forget not. Pray for me
that I may find a way out of this. Father,our hearts are meshed,listen
to my heartbeat,you should be able to feel it,it is the sound of
fear,your little girl is about to be desecrated again.i I can't take
this anymore,brandish your cutlass please,load your gun,come for me
hero. Zainab,keep yourself safe,stay at home,listen to your inner
mind,it is me speaking. Suleiman,keep off the streets so you don't end
up like the reverend.
May God Almighty keep you all till we meet again or not. I still hope
to be found though,find me and save me. I still look forward to a
future,rescue me and bring my dreams to reality. Bring us back please.

 #BringBackOurGirlsToday#

KITTYPENS.