I wanted to write about Reverence but I couldn’t.

I began writing about Resilience but I couldn’t.

I can’t stop thinking about those girls… 223 Nigerian Girls kidnapped from their beds, at school, at night…

I think about the horror they must have felt as strange men grabbed them roughly, speaking harshly, probably in a foreign language…

Pushing, shoving, tugging, screaming, wailing…

Chaos.
Confusion.
Fear.

Darkness. Unspeakable horror.

Day 21.

Shiva times 3.

I can’t imagine what their parents are going through. Dashed Dreams. Fading hopes of ever seeing their daughters again.

Fear.
Frustration.
Anger.

Blessed are those who mourn…

The Stages of Grief strike suddenly, in order, out of order, and then, numb.

Numb.

Better than Denial. Unfeeling because the pain is overwhelming.

Sorrow.

Prayer.

Please.

Do Something. Anything. Help me. Find my daughter.

Find my daughter.

Find her.

(To be continued…)