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!
YemilBenjoy ©
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!
YemilBenjoy ©
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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
YemilBenjoy ©
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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.
YemilBenjoy ©
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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
Have not yet been returned to their families.
Please do not forget them.
Thank you for caring.
YemilBenjoy ©
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When did the government know that the girls were kidnapped? Did the government know about the kidnapping 4 hours before the kidnapping occurred or after the girls had been kidnapped?
What was the action plan developed by the government to prevent the kidnapping if they were forewarned about the kidnapping?
What was the action plan developed by the government immediately after receiving news of the kidnapping? If an action plan was developed, when was it developed?
Why was there communication soon after the kidnapping conveying that the girls had been found?
When was the mission to rescue the girls activated by the government?
Did the government wait for the offer of assistance from other nations or immediately request assistance?
Did the gender of the kidnapped children play a role in the handling of the national calamity?
Are there men and women willing to resign in light of the handling of the national calamity?
Is the welfare of Nigerians important?
For the abducted girls, the inconsolable families and the distraught nation – somebody please answer these questions.
YemilBenjoy ©
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What gives anyone the right to steal the virtue and dreams of girls, just because they are girls. To regard them as insignificant in the scheme of life, other than being considered, vessels simply for the sexual gratification of others and consequently treated with utter disdain and unbridled contempt. Why are they discarded as remnants of society, sold in the market square of horror for the delight of others, just because they are girls. Why should some believe that they can define the role of girls and limit their expectations and truncate their aspirations?
The atrocity of the human trafficking of girls is sustained by accomplices to the conspiracy of evil. The contemptible buyers willing to purchase girls drive their reprehensible sale. Those who purchase innocence and subjugate the girls are equally as culpable as those who abduct and sell them. There is no distinction in the repugnant refrain – I did not abduct and sell, I only bought a young girl and forced her to become a sex slave. Relegating the female children of the world to lives of rape, sodomy, domination and subjugation in the back alleys of life’s existence is a blight on humanity. This injustice must not be condoned by inaction. Citizens of the world must continue to unite in one accord to stamp out irrevocably the scourge of sex trafficking.
YemilBenjoy ©
The violent kidnapping in conjunction with despicable sale and purchase of Nigerian girls are abhorrent acts not only constituting sex and human trafficking and crimes against humanity but are tantamount to the scourge of slavery requiring the continued unequivocal condemnation of the world. The help of all citizens of the world is urgently and desperately requested to rescue and return the girls to their families and homes. Above all, the world is urged to join in the concerted effort, to eradicate for all time, the blight on humanity which equates human beings to merchandise subject to sale, abuse, cruelty, degradation and exploitation.
Help us save the children of the world.
YemilBenjoy ©
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