How I wish I was a female
Maybe I will be competent into sharing all of my mental state
What my femininity are passing through presently
which far more than what I can comprehend
or
is this because I am masculine
That shifted me to the extent of
Not giving a little concern
To the females around
Whose current situation I know not about

O my God
How I wish I was a female
Maybe I could at least
Put myself in their shoes
So as to sense their composition
Eat what they are eating
Experience what they are experiencing

How I wish I was a female
Maybe the person reading this
Might try his or her possible best
In seeing what I might have been passing through

What if I am now a female
Also among those been kidnapped
I wonder what the present predicament
Of those around me might be
Maybe it will be like that of mine
In which I care less about them (the victims)
Or those around me
Who care less about them (my neighbours)
What if I was among them?
I wonder what those reading this might do
Maybe they will only thank God they are not in my shoe
Or simply pretend to care
Or
Simply laugh at the present state of the security in my country
What if I was among them?
I wonder the so called accomplishment
All those involved in this situation
Will be jubilating
I wonder how repressed and crestfallen
The highest office rank in my country will be now
Does it mean
Because I am a Nigerian
Whose foundation starts right from Ondo State
Been born in Lagos state
Do all of these characteristics about me
Makes the non-Nigerians care less?
What if I am a non-Nigerian?
And this kind of pickle fell on me
In a strange land which I know not about
Will my country even give away that time in searching for me?
Or they will solely be drunk
With the lavender of power
In which greediness is been used as the demitasse
Which was been used to serve
By the server who is simply endowed with selfishness
Who is only concerned about my downfall

Hmm,
How I wish I never existed
At least
I won’t have a chance in thinking all about this
Since I was now left with no other option
Than to existing
And I am still been referred to as human
Why then should I care less about my other humans?
Why should I not reason like them?
Why should that armour of pride
In which the clothing of arrogance
Is been worn on me
At least
I am human
I know I have conscience
Why should I care less about strangers
Am I been known by all?

Oh my God
I am just so filled
With the amethyst of hatred
Which my unloved society offered me
What a shame to me
What a shame to my society
Allowing all of these things to happen
At the tip of their nose
And I still call myself human

Well
At least
If I am able to write what has been bothering me
Let’s see what I am capable of doing next
Maybe I will continue thanking God
I wasn’t the one affected
I wasn’t part of their family
I wasn’t a northerner
I wasn’t a Nigerian
I wasn’t an Africana
I wasn’t a human

Hmm
TO THE CHIBOK GIRLS
AND ALL THE ABUSED LADIES OUTSIDE THERE
I PROMISE TO CHANGE THE MANNER OF MY THOUGHT
AND I PROMISE
TO LIVE TO CARE ABOUT OTHERS
SEE MYSELF AS OTHERS WILL SEE THEMSELVES
HELP IN BUILDING OURSELVES UP Together
DINNING AND WINNING TOGETHER
Shake hands together
Live a supportive life
Do things in harmony
Live to cherish others
And wallowing in the sea of accomplishment
I remain my humble self
© meshileya Israel