For the Girls

No Hashtag

August 27, 2014

Each night I put my put baby girls to bed and I have no real thoughts about their safety. Sure, I visit their room throughout the night to ensure that they are cool enough, still tucked in, or haven’t fallen out of bed, but it is only in my mean, fearful imaginings (should I dare to go there) that I can see it plausible that someone would pry open their bedroom window and ease their vulnerable, sleeping bodies out of my home without my or my husband’s awareness. Even now, my body recoils at the thoughts my mind just produced. It is horrifying. And to make that thought wider and spread it across my small community to a mass kidnapping claiming several little girls as victims to dark, cricket-quiet nights as they are carried off  by the hands of evil men laden and led by deviant, salacious and broken minds . . .it is all just. too. much. Tonight I will re-engage our nightly routine. I will lay my girls down to sleep, and thanks to God’s good grace, I will awaken, the next day, to the little girl pitch of their voices, carelessly rolling out morning ramblings describing incomprehensible dreams dreamt in total comfort and safety. And I will no longer take that for granted. I’ll lift my hands and thank Him as I bow my knee to plead for my girls, my little sisters who are still prey to terrorists all over the world.

It’s a number that grows relentlessly ever.

Hashtags blazed a bright banner of awareness that flew across cyber skies and burned in the hearts of many for weeks, creating new activists, arousing mavens. Essentially everyone wanted someone, anyone, to #bringbackourgirls, and a few of them have returned home. Yet still so many of them remain at large. It’s been about 135 days since they were taken. That cyber banner boasts a new cause and it seems as though activism on behalf of our girls, in Nigeria and all over the world, is as quiet as a cricket-less night.

Please, let them know you still care. Reach out to your state and local representatives, reach out to our President and ask for help around causes effecting our girls everywhere. That’s a start.

Our Nigerian sisters still need our help, but if you are one who felt that it was equally as important to help the girls here in our own backyard, then that’s your call; galvanize and activate to get help for them! Sadly, there are so many girls who needs us. Too many girls have to fight for an education, everyday another girl becomes a victim of sex trafficking, everyday a girl stalks the streets of her community broken, lost, uncared for. They have so many issues and so many needs. We need not shame anyone for reaching out their arms to our sisters in Nigeria. We need not shame others for gathering close the sisters next door. The thing is, there are times when I gaze into the eyes of my two baby girls and see all the hurting little girls staring back at me, reminding me that mercy is for everyone, not just those who can afford it.

 

 

 

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