365 DAYS LOST; LETTER FROM A CAPTIVE.

LETTER FROM A CAPTIVE

(Remembering the Chibok Girls)

I was born, a baby girl.

Papa called me Jamila and mama combed my hair in jelly curls.

Years and years and I’d grow up soon

I’s taught destiny’s paths transverse sound schools

But fate plunged me in trying surfs

By planting me in Chibok Girls

Poor people all attend poor schools

My famous self then, was Chibok-groomed

…There, destiny deserted my destined dreams…

I lost my fate, my faith, my home.

With friends, with captors, I’s alone.

But when we bled we bled as one,

Cursed, we prayed to die with dawn.

Many such prayers many such pleas,

 Were answered as through forest trees,

We roamed, farther from father and mother’s breast

And they? They sought me with waning zest.

Three sixty five days and counting…

I’m hid in some strange county

Married to a man who’s married to cows,

And treats me like the rest of the cows.

But he’s better father than fatherland,

Who forgot my story ere it ever began,

Playing games that never once saved,

When my lovers mourned an empty grave.

By

NWOKOLO GABRIEL CHINWUBA

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