Yesterday morning I woke up with a strong burden on my mind for the hapless young girls who were kidnapped from Chibok a week ago. Most depressing is the fact that the number of kidnapped girls is still uncertain – 129, 234, 77, how do we rescue people we cannot confirm are missing or not?
More importantly, why were there girls in the school in the first place? Schools in the affected parts of the North have been shut down and evacuated, and this one was not only left open, but filled with girls? Without security? Sitting ducks for Boko Haram perhaps?
There are so many holes in the story. How have Boko Haram been able to transport over 150 girls without anyone noticing and raising the alarm? 150 human beings o, not 150 sheets of paper!
And everyone is asking us to pray. The government and politicians alike, whose function it is to ensure the protection of the lives and properties in their domains, are asking us to pray? Whatever happened to faith with works (relevant, targeted, and well thought out works) is dead?
Anyway, I tweeted some thoughts, and a short story.
I wonder how these parents spent Easter (that’s if they even remembered there was anything to celebrate), and I pray for them today, for strength, and for courage in this really difficult time.
Because another day is here, and the girls have still not been found.