Welcome to Baga
where nightmares live
and dreams go to die
I had heard the men talk in low tones about what they did to Chibok
and how the nation stood still for a day and moved on
Mama never thought they would come
we have soldiers here, she would brag
oh but you see, they did
last night while men slept, they crept in on us
plundered our lands and set our homes on fire
It burned so beautifully that it reminded me of the fireworks last Christmas
mama and papa were taken away in that van
perhaps they will be back tomorrow
my shoes were left behind
the ones mama bought me for school
but my life is worth more
and so I ran through the forest until I came to a temporary place of solace
where a million other children dwelt
Every night since Baga
I wake up with screams that drown out the screams of the other tortured souls
perhaps, our brothers in the south would help us
or today, the world will end
and I will finally rest where peace lives
(c) Olamide Oti
gabriellalove.wordpress.com 
Thank you for sharing this. It is hauntingly beautiful. I have and I will continue to pray for Baga and all those who have fallen victim to boko haram.
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You’re far too kind, thank you.
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Wow. What a brilliant poem. From a little helpless and unaware girl,perhaps? Who knows nothing of how things really function? Very good.
If you give my blog a read and follow,I’ll really appreciate it.
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Still so actually, makes me sad :-((((
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it’s heartbreaking.
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so true
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