Without a trace.
Not even a while for me to help you pack for your journey,
Or invite the neighbours for a sendoff party
Rumour says you are captured,
Seized for a reason your captors are not even sure of.
Oh! How the news of your disappearance has brought me and many sorrows,
Pain and hurt.
Dear Amina, I am sick and worried
Worried about you
And the rest of your sisters in captivity
How are you faring?
What are they doing to you?
Are you feeling as much pain as me?
Oh! How I wish I can help
How I wish I can rescue you from you captors.
How is my dear Mary?
I checked on her on my way to church
Rumour says she and her sisters are amongst the captured.
Pray Zainab. Pray Maya. Call on your Creator Zaiki
Don’t stop hoping for help Halima, look
To the One who can kill and make alive,
The One who can deliver you without struggle.
As for me and the rest of your family
We have been praying and hoping
For your safe return,
Yet nothing has been said if or when you would return
Instead some of your family members
Were killed in Abuja, Yanya boiled in hot blood
Yes Adisat, the rest of the North, your own village
Is still boiling with terror, violence
Blood, mingled flesh, tears on the street,
But I have found another home outside town,
It’s a cave hidden between the rocks
I only hope I will find safety in it,
I wish you were here in this cave with me now.
I heard Zainab and Tomi escaped
They have since returned home
Why didn’t you flee with them?
Isn’t it better to try dying than to remain with your captor?
I am worried my damsel
Rumour say that men are defiling your unripe thigh
Is this true?
My eyes are still wet as when you left
Are you dead or alive?
When will I see your beautiful face again?
Or hear your sonorous voice?
When again my young lady will I be
Fluttered by your sweet smiles
I have failed you my beautiful one
I could not shield you
Forgive me, I can’t even help myself
I have called on help for your rescue
Nothing has happened
Yet I am too overwhelmed and afraid
To embark on rescuing you alone
That your Sambisa forest, it’s far!
I hear it’s too dangerous
Of wild animals and the wickedness of man’s intent
Who will bring you again to me?
When will I feel your warm embrace again?
Or hear your sweet giggling?
My heart is heavy
No, your life does not deserve to be a ransom
You are innocent, faultless
Again, I call with a croaked-pained voice
Bring home the girls!
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