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| 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…
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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.
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| Boko Haram: the group leader Many thanks to Delores for providing random words (the bold, underlined above) for participating bloggers to use and created a flash fiction, poem, prose, etc. Please click on the photo of a stream on the right sidebar to read the work of other writers. And please join the group! ...And pray for these girls to be returned to their homes. May their captors receive the justice they so richly deserve. |
