Chibok: The Pains Are Ripe Poem by Andesikuteb yamusa

It is hurtful that we are long forgotten
Children's, daughters we are.
With hearts and mind that love and a head that reminds us of our misery.

Shake the guns and clean the grenades.
Shekau came for us that morning,
Terrified in uniforms we join, hoping, thinking it was jesus.
Opened to the saviours arms.

We lost it some minutes later through the rough terrains of sambisa.
With only that same head to remind us of our misery.
Bring them back you shouted for a while and then you forgot.

Our loved ones crying to heaven thinking our souls are despaired.
Hurt me with your rifle,
Rape and dishonor my virgin body
But bloodiest you cant take my mind.

I know my roots, I know were I come from.
For there it is honor that keeps us not shame.
Cos i was learned to hold my head high even in pains.

Chibok
Chibok
Our pains are ripe.