I put on the television
As I sat on the sofa to relax
I stared unbelievably at the TV screen
The gory pictures moving me to tears
Dead bodies of fifty-nine young male students
Their school was attacked by insurgents
Teenage throats slashed with cutlasses
Evil murdered innocence
While the nation slept
It was the beginning of the end
More than two hundred girls went missing
In the middle of the night
For one month, the nation slumbered
Until cyberspace gave her a rude awakening
First came the denials
Then the blames
A committee was set up
A teary, dramatic episode on live TV went viral
The insurgents uploaded a video of the girls
Wearing hijabs, chanting Arabic
Then came the shock
Committee submits reports stating girls were actually missing
Defence Chief said they know the location of missing girls
But that they are being 'careful'
Weeks turned into months
A month turned into two, then three
The missing girls were all but forgotten
The daily bombings supplying immediate distraction
Leaders appear confused
Followers watch on helplessly
As vibrant lives go to waste
There is no civil war
Yet, there is no peace
Our collective lives hang by a thread
Soaked in the blood of the innocent
We pray for the best
But prepare for the worst
Explosions have ripped us apart
And fuelled hatred and suspicion
Like a raging fire
The nation burns
We stir and turn, then continue to snore
When will the bloodbath end?
When will our girls come home?
And how much longer shall we sleep?
©Kelvin Alaneme, 2014.
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