|Source: The School|
When the zealous Islamic militants attacked her school with frenzied shouts and gun fire, the school girls tried to run and hide in the bush. One masked man scooped Teeka and tossed her over his shoulder, as he yelled orders to the other men.
All the screaming girls were forced into box trucks, beaten with gun stocks. Crammed and cramped, Teeka and her school mates were crying and beating against the metal walls. No! No! Let us go! You have no…
Teeka had always been the meek and quiet girl of her class, more of an inchworm, one who would gladly go unnoticed. But now? Teeka summoned all her strength and became a gladiator, taking charge.
Be quiet! She demanded. We must plan and think, not weep and beg. This…With steely determination, she finished, these animals will not have weak and sobbing cowards!
Teeka had no way of knowing that she herself was considered as an investment. For a few dollars she would be sold, either as a slave or in a forced marriage. But, she would not go easily.
|Boko Haram: the group leader|
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...And pray for these girls to be returned to their homes. May their captors receive the justice they so richly deserve.