In joy he trekked to school, having strength to farm after,
His worries in past, once harvest sold in good money,
He’d be happy, and he’d be, till a man he become,
The former Nigerian child, present Nigerian father.
Phones were fairy tales, he answers when mama calls,
The media weren’t so social, their friend-ships still sails,
His words were sure, no ‘Backspace’ to make it clean,
Though his letters outdated, we learned from them later.
Terror was in news only; he saw few not up to 273,
Who would be his wife, or maybe my mother?
If all the girls who left the kitchen were taken,
Their cries might echo in history, only if we care.
The former Nigerian child, present Nigeria father.
Did you carry placards for fee or fuel price hike?
Did you parade the streets calling for release of another?
Are you just jealous you never had TV and Facebook?
Today’s child is writing, please do listen,
Someday I can only marry if you help Bring Back Our Girl,
Shun politics and TV tears, my wife could be there,
Move deep and clear the forests, your daughter could be next.
Did you hear daddy? We’ll still be the former Nigerian child.
#BringBackOurGirls
By Chinedu Hardy Nwadike [@hardynwa]
