I hear the shrilling cry of the Chibok girls,
Abducted in the dead of the night ,
From their beds taken captive,
Forced hurriedly into moving vans.
I feel the panting of their hearts,
I hear their voices faintly saying, one to another,
''Lets make for ourselves an escape''.
The voice of consolation again i hear,
Saying, ''lets wait for our nation dear'',
I feel the rising of their pulses,
Long drawn faces and shattered expectations,
Thirty days in endless wait,
for national response,
Can we all imagine,
The events that ensured,
forced child labour,
And persistent rape, do their captors indulge.
Amid sobs, weeping and wailing,
Cursing and gnashing of teeth.
I see hearts rend in shreds,
Unable to ever mend.
But still we see forced smiles,
Behind which lies tortured minds.
Under those veils worn, Are scars untold.
Imprinted on them with the horse whip,
What a way to treat girls!
Should the Chibok girls return !
What should we expect?
And so to your hearts i turn.
I see stigmatization roving around,
Awaiting the return of the Chibok girls,
I see a nation filled with suspicion,
Discrimination and a lukewarm reception.
In friendship, in trust and love.
And even in marriage for the chibok girls.
How ready are we to have them back,
And heal their broken spirit?
For i fear, that! re-integration,
May never easily come.
And unto the girls again i turn,
Beholding hearts burning with fury,
Which for days have never been merry.
I see hearts engraved in bitterness,
Bitterness for a failing system.
I see hate for humanity,
A people determined to revenge,
And attempt the suicide of their own soul.
I also see girls having the same fate,
Of a journey they never prepared for.
In pain, sorrow, tears and sweat.
Arise ! Nigeria,
Arise ! Nigeria,
Arise ! Nigeria !
And bring back our girls.