It was dark and quiet; I could hear my own breath; even the birds dared not make a sound... All shushed with fear.
The air smelled evil and cold blood,
Definitely, the devil's throne stood somewhere there.
However, she sat there all alone,
Brutally beaten, hungered and with pains of rape from the heavily bearded charlatan.
She sat handcuffed hands and feet,
on three skulls in a hut of IEDs, AK 47s and rockets.
Her swollen eyes revealed how much he didn't appreciate nature's gift.
Yet she smiled while we spoke.
Her name was Amina, she was strong willed yet beautiful.
I will call her survivor, because she really was.
Though caught on all occasions, at least she attempted escape I asked:
What are your future plans?
I will be a teacher. The best teacher in Chibok.
I will have three kids; two boys and a girl.
I will be my husband's first wife. Perhaps the only wife.
As soon as I leave this place.
I asked again:
How do you know you will leave alive?
And with a smile, she replied again:
I don't know, yet I just know it.
She was unlike the rest; she was strong, her heart was different... I wondered if a lion raised her.
When I saw her amidst the rescued five,
I wasn't surprised because all I saw in her in Sambisa was a survivor.
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