nd I know, you know
that Sambisa forest
is not a comfortable home,
but a habitat for bush creatures –
where spiders spin their webs,
monkeys do their chatters,
and cobras slither
and ready to flatten their necks
And the Chibok flowers are plucked
in their primes from the city garden
and transplanted to the Sambisa forest,
inside the bunkers,
caves and makeshift shelters
carpeted with hides and skins,
all under the watchful eyes of the owl.
Their Yobe male counterparts
suffered instant massacre on the spot,
leaving our ocular to feed
a distasteful disaster pornography.
Call their fate not genocide, but Yobecide.
Should not our minds
divine the fate of women
in a conquered territory
by soldiers with odious design?
But while our imaginations run wild
as to the fate of the Chibok flowers,
I prefer to keep my mind ajar.
April 3, 2014