Poetry: Rhymes On You (Bring Back Our Girls), By Dunsin Ajayi

Poetry: Rhymes On You (Bring Back Our Girls), By Dunsin Ajayi

By Opinions | The Trent on October 12, 2014
A participant at the World Conference on Youth 2014, hosted by Sri Lanka, poses for a photograph while holding a placard during a protest to demand the return of hundreds of school girls abducted by the Boko Haram separatist group in Colombo on May 9, 2014. (Photo Credit: Ishara S.KODIKARA/AFP/Getty Images)

by Dunsin Ajayi

You worry about us.
Oh! Sorry, you don’t.
It’s blurry, your vision for us.
We know I’m right, though you will say I’m not.

The North bleeds,
Tears run deep as oceans exploding,
We, beholding our loved ones being taken from us.

While you white Horses stay safe,
All we do is pray that these hordes come back not,
Neither should they strike nor harm,
The unlucky ones in their nets in that place where you ‘know not’.

You don’t know how it feels when you weep for 180 days,
And all you do is peep through the window,
Hoping to take a peek of your daughter with her friends,
Making speeches among themselves on how they hope for a great future.

The future now needs sutures,
For it to feature,
The way they have pictured it in their minds.

Bring back our girls!
Bring back our girls!
Our voices are heard on the mountain,
For these girls have gotten more than they bargained for.

They have moved from classes into captivity,
From their dormitories into enemy territory.

I know you promised to seek out our girls.
I did not miss any of your speeches,
But this leech is sucking life out of us.
The life we have clung unto.
Hoping to make better each day.
Is made harder each day our girls don’t come back.

I fear to imagine,
For the image that forms in my head is disturbing.
How these girls fare away from home,
Or do I say away from hope.
Maybe they’re tied with ropes to poles.
Who knows if they are in chains behind bars.
Show me you share their pains.

Bring back our girls,
So that we can once again call them by their names.

I do not write this to blame,
I do because I feel the heat,
Even if I do not see the flame.

Dunsin Ajayi is Nigerian writer, socio-political commentator. He is the pioneer Coordinator of the University Campus Journalist (University of Abuja). Follow on Twitter @dunsin_ajayi

The opinions expressed in this article are solely those of the author


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