Poems written by TOF, Person of the day

 




 Dedicated to the abducted chibok girls
CRY OF A CHIBOK GIRL
A deranged scream
A crazed nightmare
Amongst the creepy willow trees
Mad torture in hell
Scorched by the living demons
Paraded as religious ideologues
Aimed at destroying mankind
Fighting a lost cause
I’d rather face electrocution
I’d rather have my innards gored out
I’d rather be tortured senseless than be forcefully penetrated by these grotesque animals
Their laughter boomed in the dark as virgin blood was spilled
She whimpers, she moans, she screams, she weeps, pleading
Another monster shoved his ugly twisted manhood into her mouth amidst ricocheting laughter
She was just 15, and she was my friend
We used to laugh, jeer and eat together in class
I couldn’t listen, I shut my ears
I couldn’t bear it, I just couldn’t
I shivered terribly in the cold; the men had taken our clothes
I shivered In cold fear because it was my turn
No, I wasn’t going to let them
My stomach rumbled, we haven’t been fed for days
I wanted to cry but I was too tired
I tried not to think of the horror
They were so frightful, these men
They said we were all abominations
They said our parents were traitors
They called us criminals, animals, whores
And to that effect we needed to be cleansed and purged
They said no one cared if we lived or died
I didn’t believe that
I thought of my mother and younger sister
They would hurt so much
I felt the cold breeze against my skin
It was time
I heard my friend lie beside me crying, sobbing silently
“Adijatu” I whispered
 she didn’t reply
I heard their footsteps edging closer to where I laid
I knew it was time
I knew it was my turn
I eased up
“goodbye” I mouthed to my weeping friend
I began to run; I knew they would shoot at me
Well, that was the plan
I heard voices, 
 footsteps.
No one chased after me
We have been warned about the penalty of ever trying to escape
I heard the whooshing sound of the arrow and it forcefully tore through my ribs
I felt the ripping pain as I fell to the ground blood oozing out
My sight became blurred
Yes, I was a criminal
And my crime?, being a Nigerian girl, being a Chibok girl
My chest felt heavy, my head began to spin
The blur merged to become a thick black fog
And the last thing I saw was my mom sitting on a wooden chair praying to the moon to bring me home.

Seems they've been forgotten, just a timely reminder

#BRING BACK OUR GIRLS
                    

 Dedicated to all the aborted children
 A LETTER FROM AN ABORTED CHILD
Dear Mum
I have decided to talk to you, to let you
know my feelings. I want to know why you
did it. My story is short. I have stayed
inside you for only three months. I was
very comfortable and warm. I felt
really protected. I know you are a special
person because I ate the food you ate. I
longed for the day I would see your face.
Nine months was a long time to wait, but
I was determined to wait. I had to be
patient. One day I heard you converse
with a man
about me, and at some stage you
quarreled. The man then offered you
some money to get rid of
me. I was happy and prayed that this
meant that I would at least see you, the
only person
that I knew in the world: I was wrong. I
had almost forgotten the issues until I
felt something
sharp pierce my tiny ear. I jerked silently
and in pain, and asked you to protect
me. Seconds later the object came,
fiercer than
before. My tiny was cut up, starting from
the ears then
arms and legs. It was an agonizing
experience, my head was then cut off
and I died.
It took me a whole hour to die, a whole
hour for an innocent three months human
being to be
murdered. I remember the whole
incidence vividly and I keep asking myself,
what I did to deserve
that cruel death? Why me? Why did you
do it to me? And why was I not given a
chance to live? I know you are having a
lot of nightmares. You remain guilty for
the beastly act. Please explain to your
God why you committed the
heinous act.
Personally I have forgiven you
though I never lived to see your face. My
journey
back to my creator was safe and I
arrived safely. I was given a red carpet
welcome by an angel. I
am infact,without bitterness.
I still love you mum.
         and many more others