Bring My Sister Home

~~~~~ They took her in the night,

like shadows stealing the moon.

One moment, she was here

laughing, weaving dreams with her hands

the next, she was gone.

~~~~~ They came for Chibok’s daughters,

ripping futures from school desks,

turning classrooms into graves of dreams.

They vanished into the forest,

dragging innocence into the dark.

~~~~~ They said she would return.

Days turned to months,

months melted into years.

Her name became a whisper,

a prayer carved into every dawn.

~~~~~ She has been forsaken by her personal god, her Chi.

Mother cries blood, day and night,

but Obikwelu, the village chief, does nothing.

Instead, he trades words like weak offerings

~~~~~ Let us cry to our god, Chi.

Another day will be better.

But there is no hope to hold on to.

~~~~~ Did they chain her voice?

Did they bury her name beneath his?

She is someone's wife now, they say

not by love, not by choice,

but by the hands that tore her away.

~~~~~ She walks in a stranger’s house,

wears a stranger’s name,

bears children who do not know

the laughter she once carried.

~~~~~ But I remember.

I remember the girl who danced barefoot in the rain,

who braided my hair by lantern light.

The girl who knew the stars by name

before she was swallowed by the dark.

~~~~~ Bring my sister home.

Not her shadow, not her silence,

but the girl who left with her own name.

The girl whose dreams were stolen,

but not forgotten.

Thank you for reading My poem