By The Time it's Time

Gwoza 10:25am

She once called this home but now the only familiar face is the sky, no more burials for dead bodies, she has buried; a brother, a cousin, an uncle, and an unknown number of friends in just 3 days. She has changed 42 residences; rapes, bombs and gunshots were not the scary ones, silence was the enemy, darkness became a friend a knock on the door could mean death and finally home has changed name so goodbye home.

Leave this home because this home is not safe and even if nowhere was safe then anywhere but here is okay. Take a walk for a journey where the night's best room was a small cave and when it rained the best umbrella were the trees, be up before the sun and you could still be late, go with the crowd but don't follow the crowd.

Hide for some time then you are only to walk but not to run and even if you had to run you couldn’t as your fate and hope is inside you, kicking to let you know she knows what you are sacrificing and how you have raced against bullets, she has listened to the screams and cries.

A third day has passed all in one journey, this is us but our numbers have been taken into 3 differences, do not blame the bullets even hunger and mosquitoes did their part. Then when the destination has been reached, and you see him as a stranger but his hug felt like the reason of your journey. Now take a bath, change your cloths, a soft bed for you and in the middle of this innocent night she tells you this time, it’s time. Then you get to say Thank God it’s a girl.

Please #BringBackOurGirls