The Chibok Girls

April 14th, was the third anniversary of the kidnapping of 276 girls, from the Government Girls Secondary School, school dormitories, in Chibok, Nigeria.

This poem is a cry for the safe return of the rest of the 195 girls that have yet to return.

It’s been three years now. Three years since the 276 girls were taken by force, in the dark of the night from the place that was the foundation of their aspirations. It’s been three years since 195 girls have last seen their families.

It is hard to comprehend. Always has been. It is difficult comprehending how people said to be human beings could celebrate the kidnapping of girls on the path of a better future. It is difficult comprehending why the government has yet to rescue the 195 of them. However, it’s a luxury for those whose problem is in comprehending how such an evil could happen and not in how it had happened to them.

There are things many of us will fail to fully understand. The emotion the parents feel when the next girl, who was managed to make it back home, isn’t their daughter. The emotion a mother feels when her daughter comes back with a baby although she is almost half the age, her Mother was when she had her first child. The agony some of the girls felt losing their babies while escaping.

However, despite the mess, a few thing are clear. Justice shall prevail, we are not afraid, and we shall #BringBackOurGirls.

Sports Meet

Today marks the start of the long-awaited Sports Meet.
Tensions are high,
And so are our spirits.
Although we’re all dressed in various outfits,
Our hearts beat to the drum of triumph.
May the day ahead be full of great achievements and blissful memories.

Take note that success can only be measured by effort.
So as you race ahead or float in mid-air for half a second, remember that the journey is what you desire.
Take note that whatever the outcome, it was worth the time.
For the chance to escape comfort zones should be cherished and your effort shall be your only glory.


Monday Mornings

They start with a bus ride
Just like any other day
The freezing air from the AC hits your smooth baby skin

You wonder why you are here when you could be back home under your warm blanket sleeping

You put your earphones into your ears, the music awakens your muscles and nerves
You feel at peace – although you aren’t listening to anything classic
You look out the window, the bus moves slowly and you’re tapping your feet to the beat

Today is going to be a long day~


Nowdays, we people tend to miss the small yet important things in life
We sometimes take them for granted and let them slip away from our sight

It’s the way we have grown up in this materialistic world
If it doesn’t shine or it’s not overly large we just miss it and think that it’s not important enough

Everyday we come to school and the gates are already opened for us but it has never crossed our minds who open the school gates early in the morning
It has never crossed our minds who ensures that the school is safe and nothing has happened the night before
We dont even know who cleans that 1st level toilets

These people wake up everyday with a smile on their faces even though they are dead tired because they know that they are helping others, a whole new generation with a great environment that enables them to achieve their dreams

We don’t even consider that
We don’t help at all, we litter, make a mess and not care
While they are cleaning we step on the wet floors

Its okay, they can do it again
After all they get paid
We don’t bother how much effort they put in to do those small yet important tasks that we take for granted

The funny thing is that they don’t complain and continue to help us

Its time we learnt from them~