The first thought I had this morning was, I want more sleep! Obviously.
But the second was a realization that the dust is settling down, the protests have thinned out, the hashtags have run out, the voices have become strained, the incident is fast becoming a vague memory. Yet our girls still aren't back.
I watched as someone would from behind a curtain and almost dissociated myself from it all. One reason being that it stank of politics, second was that there's so much at play that the average Nigerian isn't privy too, and third was the fact that..oh well, at least they stay within their own home land and do this to their own breathren. But this morning I woke up and I wondered, how have the girls been coping, are they being fed, how are they spending the long hours of the day, what horrors are they being subjected to, how many have been raped, how many have been gang raped, have their families lost hope and given up, do they spend hours all night holding vigils for their daughters, how do their mothers feel. But what troubles me most is the horrors these girls may be subjected to on a daily basis.
So in my own little way, on this morning I cry out to God for the speedy return of the Chibok girls. It was almost easy for me not to give it much thought but I put myself in the shoes of those directly involved just for a second and my heart broke.
Good morning guys. Have a blessed day ahead and remember to say a prayer for the Chibok girls.