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Reflect Nigeria Tragic Fiction 5 – Prayer Of An Abducted Chibok And Now Dapchi Girl

I am weary of this horrendous and feigned existence that I am forced to live
And seek complete deliverance, like some of my comrades in chains before me,
Fortunate to be relieved eternally, from the atrocities of oppression that are
Conjoined with the degradation and unveiled brutality of sexual bondage,
Into the embrace of death, from this unbearable agony that ceases not.
For I understand, that it is a transition through redemption, to eternal peace.
Which is what I seek, like some of us, who have since had the tragic fortune
To escape, from this realm, like birds from the captor’s grip, but forever free.
That respite, is what I urgently need from the endless lashing of the torture,
From the shackles of despair, as all innocence is lost from these forsaken woods
Where neither normalcy nor joy nor hope abound, and evil reigns supreme.
I said my prayers silently, the prayers of my own faith, to remove me swiftly
And instantly, from this place, and for this, I now without patience await.

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Reflect Nigeria – Tragic Fiction (4) Thunderous Silence

Although this is a fictional narrative, sadly it is to convey what an abducted girl in captivity may write:

Thunderous is the silence of inactivity in the country concerning the continued situation of the hundreds of girls abducted from their school in Nigeria.

Mr. President:

How was your breakfast today? How was the comfort of your tranquil bed last night? Well, I have not eaten anything in two days, neither have I slept in my dormitory bed or enjoyed the comfort of my family home in 10 weeks. What a tragedy! Let me remind you, in case you have forgotten, that I have been in the stranglehold of captivity since I was abducted between the hours of April 14 and April 15, 2014, from my school in Chibok, Nigeria as I slept in my dormitory dreaming about my future. A future that I hoped would somehow only be limited by the dimensions of my innate potential. However, I was not allowed to pursue that promise because of the ineptitude of my government; due to the failure to protect vulnerable school girls and the failure to rescue us. What a pity!

Again, lest you have forgotten, let me remind you of the horror that has befallen the daughters of the country you took an oath to protect. Or do you somehow pray that we will become shadows of the night blended with oblivion and erased from the remembrance of the nation and the world. Although, we may have been relegated to the recesses of existence, by the inexcusable failure of your government to adequately protect our school and the unconscionable failure thereafter to effect our immediate liberation, the undeniable fact is that we are Nigerian girls who were violently snatched from the pursuit of our lives, a right, inalienable, and bequeathed to every human being. Lest none forget us, one of our collective prayers in incarceration is that history etch our names indelibly in blood in the chronicles of the mind and time so that our names and faces will never be erased from the collective memory of the nation, and world.

How tragic the unbridled grief of our families from whom solace stands ever fickle and aloof in the debris of shattered hope. What exactly do you think has been our fate? Do you somehow believe that we have not been beaten, gang raped repeatedly, degraded incessantly and humiliated beyond description? Or do you choose to ignore the reality of our situation. The stark reality is that the depth of the depravity we have been subjected to by evil during the day and at night is unimaginable. As the horrific moments turned into horrendous days and now those days into the dreadful months, all figment of hope has dissipated into smithereens. We languish in the midst of despair and mourn the death of our dreams and the abrupt cessation of our youth. Should your government not be leading the campaign to rescue us from this vortex of fear? Rather, instead of determined valour, in its stead lies crippled the skeletal and desiccated remains of apathy. Alas, dead and still, lie any mirage of the vacuous platitudes to extricate us from this quagmire. Have you even declared a day of mourning for us? For we hear the stories of you dancing at parties and boarding jets beyond the boundaries of the nation as we suffocate in this cesspit. What a calamity! Woe betide and cursed be the night of April 14 through April 15, 2014, in the history books of Nigeria. Let it stand in infamy in the history of our country as mothers rend their garments and fathers gnash their teeth.

I hear the boots of oppression approaching … so I must stop again.

Fictional story to be continued.

YemilBenjoy ©

 

 

 

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Reflect Nigeria – Tragic Fiction (3)

Although this is a fictional narrative, sadly it is to convey what an abducted girl in captivity may write:

Mr. President,

I return to writing under the threat of bodily harm but I must continue because I do not want you or the world to forget us in the dreadful alleys of time. Have you forgotten us? Or do you hope that with time we will simply fade deep into the recesses of the mind, conveniently never to be remembered. I will continue to write so that you never forget that we were abducted from our school in Chibok and now Dapchi, Nigeria.

The news we heard today was of calamitous proportions. A  12 year-old girl is pregnant. My heart stopped when I heard the news. It was a confounding situation, not for lack of understanding the process that led to this perplexing state of affairs, but completely destabilizing because of the protracted cruelty of evil. How could this be? I prayed that it would not be true. I prayed for myself and prayed for my sister that this would not be our fate. The thought was unbearable. How could childhood be violently interrupted with forced motherhood? How could innocence be violated with no consequences? All because we pursued the dream of advancement through education and our government failed to protect us from foreseeable acts of the malevolent. Alas, it failed to protect the hallowed ground of every child, our school.

Now the shores of hope remain distant, even the mirage of a gallant rescue that we used to cling to has dissipated into nothingness like the barren forest we are held captive in, barren of love, barren of parents, barren of childhood, barren of dreams and barren of life. What a tragedy. Frightening minutes have turned into awful days and into forsaken weeks. Have you even thought about us recently? Do you weep for us? If I were your daughter, would I still be here? Again, I ask have you spoken to our parents. We heard that a security risk may have prevented you from going to Chibok and now Dapchi. What an irony. Yet, we have been condemned by the government’s failure to rescue us to lives in tatters where there is no promise or protection.

Will my life be a continuum of threats, assaults, degradation and fear? Or will it be plagued constantly with the screaming of another captive beaten to death because she had the audacity to fight for her life. There is no refuge in this place. The days are filled with despair and the nights with dread and the silent weeping under the yoke of tyranny. Do we cry in vain? Hear our cries and save us.

I hate to but I must stop again.

Fictional story to be continued.

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The Power of Mind

Others, may blindly, not see the priceless essence of your being.
Some may demean and often degrade you because they can.
Others may laugh at the way you speak or read,
Some may chuckle at the way you look or your garments,
And oppress you probably because of your gender,
While others stand by callously, or join in, and
Refuse to come to your rescue or assistance.
As hard as it is, even amid the reign of injustice
Hold your head high and retain your dignity.
Walk away, and if you can’t physically walk away
Even if it is for a moment, transport your mind
Beyond the ugly and focus on the beauty in you,
Which innately, resides in you just because you are you.
Remember always, that the measure of your self-worth
Lives uniquely and marvelously in you and nobody else.
Thus, do not, by your own actions or inaction
Fall prey to their evil machinations intent on
Defining you to your own detriment, no
Do not let them steal your last refuge of hope,
Which is the power of your precious mind, rather
Elevate your being within you and for you
Empower your mind because you must believe in you
And then soar… with the unrestrained power of your mind
Beyond the impediment of the oppression.

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World – Ponder This

The fact that the gender that bears and brings forth humanity

Is often treated with unveiled disdain and repugnant brutality

Truly, is an irreconcilable absurdity of the human existence.

Save our girls!

 

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Reflect Nigeria – Tragic Fiction (2) Chibok And Now Dapchi Girls

Although this is a fictional narrative, sadly it is to convey what an abducted girl in captivity may write:

Mr. President,

I had to abruptly stop writing the other day because I heard one of the captors coming and if they had found me writing they would have beaten me mercilessly to the point of death like my best friend. I miss her, my sister and everyone I love. I try to remember their faces so that I never forget them. I can only write this letter because I had a notebook and pen with me when we were abducted. We take turn hiding the items so that they are not found.

This letter gives us a dim flicker of hope that you will send troops to rescue us from this quagmire. It seems that we will never be rescued. The captors laugh at us. They laugh at our nakedness, tell us we are worthless and will be sold as sex slaves. It is just so awful to hear and contemplate. They tell us that our government does not care about us and will not rescue us, and that even if the government tried, they will not be able to rescue us. Is this true? For if it is, that is nothing but damnation for us. For we are damned by the acts of the foreseeable abduction, that was not prevented, and the failure to rescue us, to a  wretched existence of shame, torture, ridicule, bondage and repeated violation. If you will not or cannot rescue us, have you asked other countries that can rescue us to save us from this cursed forest.

Words cannot adequately describe the depth of my despair nor convey the feeling of helplessness at being violently uprooted from the foundation of my life. It is a state of complete desperation. I am deathly afraid. I have not seen my mother’s smile nor heard my father’s voice in weeks, let alone the streets of my community or the sunset over my home. Why? I know that my grandmother wears her black garment of lamentation to mourn for me. Yet I am not dead. Alas, the pathetic irony is that I may be alive, yet I am not living. How could this happen to me, all because I am girl who went to school in Chibok. I miss my life.

It is another forsaken day in captivity. It is raining again and there is minimal shelter. We sit huddled together and dare not express our real feelings or we will feel the cold ends of the guns against our heads. We wait silently for the sun to come out to dry our skin and our clothes. I no longer like the sound of rain. I tried to cry but no tears came. I tried to console another girl who does not speak any more but no words came forth, so I hold her hand and it is very cold. When will this suffering end? Will it ever end?

I wonder, is it right that some men because they have power over vulnerable school girls, can change the course of our lives, sending us to premature deaths and selling us into slavery. Why are we the scapegoats and sacrificial lambs at the altar of anarchy and depravity? They boast. They say that they are more powerful than ever. They plan more bombings and kidnappings.

I must stop again. Save us please.

Fictional story to be continued – Chibox and now Dapchi Girls

 

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Reflect Nigeria – Tragic Fiction (1) Chibok And Now Dapchi Girls

Although this is a fictional narrative, sadly it is to convey what an abducted girl in captivity may write:

Mr. President,

Do you know that my sister and I were among some of the girls kidnapped from our beds at our school in Chibok and now Dapchi, Nigeria? I now live in a constant state of terror, not knowing what will happen to me next. I am completely devastated that my life as I knew it is over and live in horror that I may never see my family again. I detest what my life has become. I am helpless and unable to protect myself or my fellow captives. My younger sister was also taken that ill-fated day and I have not seen her since then. As her older sister, I shudder to think that she is also going through what I am suffering. I weep for her. I weep for myself. I weep for all the captives. I weep for my parents and over the abhorrent situation that we have been thrust into. I am worried about my parents. Have you spoken to them?

My best friend was killed on the first day of our abduction. They caught her as she was trying to run back to freedom. She died from the beating. I still hear her screaming. Since she died, I have been very scared to run away because I don’t want to die trying to escape but I don’t want to live as a slave. Which is the viable abyss? The two options are hell on earth.

I once had a dream to become a doctor so that I could help my community deal with diseases and take care of the sick. Did I dream in vain because I am Nigerian girl living in Chibok? Will that dream ever be revived? In captivity, we know no peace. We have no privacy, little to eat or drink. We no longer sleep in beds. There are no bathrooms, we have no soap and are no longer able to bath daily. Guns are pointed at our faces and at our heads. We are constantly threatened with death and bodily harm. We have forgotten the sound of laughter and they make us do the most unspeakable things. Please save us from this insanity.

At school, in one of my classes we read the Oath of Office of the Nigerian President. I recall that it includes the following:

“ I do solemnly swear and affirm … that in all circumstances, I will do right to all manner of people, according to law, without fear or favour, … and that I will devote myself to the service and well-being of the people of Nigeria. So help me God”.

If that is the case, why am I here? Why have we not been rescued after several weeks? Why was my school not protected? Why have we been raped? Why are we being sold like valueless commodities on the ignominious market square of slave trade. Will we ever be rescued? We are powerless and exist at the mercy of our captors and slave masters and need to be rescued. Please do not forget us.

I must stop now because I hear someone coming…

 

Fictional story to be continued.

 

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Reflect Nigeria Round Up – Things Not To Do When Girls Are Abducted

Tragically, as one month painfully bleeds into more without the return of the abducted school girls, a few candid thoughts on what not to do during a national crises include:

No crocodile tears and:

1. Do not ignore the news of the abduction assuming a posture of feigned ignorance (posterity is judging).

2. Do not fail to take immediate action after the abduction to rescue the girls.

3. Do not spread propaganda after the abduction suggesting that the girls had been rescued when they were still languishing in the clutches of captivity (aka – a blatant misrepresentation).

4. Do not show callous indifference by failing to act in for weeks after the abduction (compounding the atrocity).

5. Do not as President fail to go the city and State where the girls were abducted to speak directly to their traumatized and brokenhearted families and communities (no excuses suffice).

6. Do not refuse to immediately ask other nations for assistance with directing the rescue mission when thus far you have been unable to rescue the girls and thereby allowed precious time after the abduction to dissipate (simply unconscionable).

7. Do not as government officials say you are tired of answering the same question when asked about the fate of the abducted girls and the plan of the government to rescue the girls (beyond contemplation).

8. Do not assume that the world is not making a record of your response to the abduction and will not castigate it in the strongest terms as a dereliction of duty.

9. Do not make an international spectacle of the country by making ill-advised speeches and statements that end up on social media making a mockery of and thrusting the nation into a state of sustained ridicule.

10. Do not forget that the girls are Nigerians that relied on the government for their security, safety and welfare.

11. Do not forget that the continued plight of the innocent girls every day they are in captivity is a ghoulish nightmare (and a blight on the nation’s history).

12. And above all, do not forget that the abducted girls are equally as important as your children and grandchildren (ponder this but for a moment).

 
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The Response Again

AT LAST, A RESPONSE TO T.O.S. BENSON

A Deflection of Poisonous Arrows:

 

That silence so golden be not misconstrued

That proper comportment be not misjudged

A time cometh when dignity of response is opportune

When the boundary of human decency is crossed

As pathological obsession in absurdity rants

And civility so recklessly abandoned

Rears again in over a half-century’s constant viciousness

Unchecked by self-restraint and logical reasoning

 

Thence shall it be in defence of heritage

That the taciturn voice shall be raised

For if apparent longevity deludes any

About the inevitable end, let none be deceived

For the Redeemer hath apportioned to each

But a limited time in this life

And an eternity with the shroud…

 

Therefore…

Let all who know draw nigh

And all not privy approach in concord

To reflect on these…

Neither Snigger Nor Smile

Let no man snigger nor smile

When occasion in the Creator’s hands

Calleth home to glory the righteous

Where this cold earth holds no significance

In time nor with matters of toil

And those accounted days given unto each

Have been remarkably spent

And to our Lord’s prepared banquet

Such at God’s will is chosen to attend

 

Let none cackle nor in idle contemplation speak

When the celestial realm heralds

Those who have dutifully answered the call

And in Abraham’s bosom eternally dwell

Amid the overflowing balm of Gilead

Untouched by the incessant storms on this terrain

Where human mockery accompanied by taunting, and

False earthly words spoken or endlessly printed

And circulated, amount but to vapours of nothingness

The crusade of the vitriolic has evidently failed

For endless love to the chagrin of the ill will

Has so defeated the vendetta both in life and death

That vindictive efforts hence wallow and degenerate

Into the depths of an abyss of sheer malevolence

As an absolutely despicable attack

On the dearly departed…still part of

This relentless persecution of a union of two beloved

Abundantly blessed by the Almighty

 

If malcontent is found in the campaign of objectionable evil

Beware…none who vainly in mortal attempt assails

Those exalted to the heavenly realm prevails

Neither shall the continuous verbal garbage

Over five decades, should it last one century or more

Cause a miniscule dent in the armour of victorious lives…

For no battle against the faithful in God prospers

Or triumphs ever over the risen in Christ

For nothing, even death hath victory over the resurrection

Enough is Enough is Enough…

That the question may not be asked:

Where are his offspring in defence of his name?

Here we are…

 

Written by

Dr. Yemisi Koya “et al” ©

“Golden Poet”

M.B.B.S., LL.B., BL, MPH (Hopkins), J.D., Esq.

First Child of

Late Professor Emeritus Toriola Feisetan Solanke

CONL (Senegal) &

Chief ‘Folake Solanke, SAN

First Lady SAN

Dated this 12th day of December 2003

 

 

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Reflect Nigeria – Forget Them Not

Please world, kindly do NOT forget…

That the girls abducted from their beds

In their school dormitories while they slept

At night in Nigeria, taken from their dreams and hopes

Cast into a jungle of despair

 

BringOurGirlsBack

Have not yet been returned to their families.

Please do not  forget them.

Thank you for caring.

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