This week marks the 6 month anniversary of the kidnapping of the missing #Nigerian school girls. Thank you to my sister #AliciaKeys for being on the frontlines.
As I lazily lament my need for a pedicure, how many mothers wail for not hearing their daughters cries these last six months? As I contemplate whether I should get a weave or braids so my hair won’t break this winter, how many daddys haven’t been called daddy because their daughters are still missing?
While I can decide to skillfully avoid watching or reading the news because it “depresses” me, how many girls don’t have the luxury of contemplating sadness as they weigh their options of child slavery vs dangerous escape vs being murdered?
Despite my annoyance that the kale in the market looks old, these girls are still missing. While I consider whether to wear a dress or pantsuit to an upcoming #author appearance, these girls don’t have the luxury of deciding whether to sit or stand. Even though I am retweeting and tagging and posting the cause from the comfort of my plush, pillowed, #SacredBombshell sofa, these girls are still missing. And even as I wonder whether to upgrade my iPhone 5S or tough it out with a year and a half old model, these girls are still missing.
Go to GirlRising.com/Nigerian-action/ or #AmnestyInternational for marching orders. ||
#SacredAndTheCity #BringBackOurGirls #BringBackOurDaughters