I watched a video today and I haven't been able to breathe properly since. Little children, innocent babies who haven't even seen life yet, were kidnapped. Their parents were on their knees, crying, begging those criminals to release their children. Begging. Nigerian parents, who wake up every day to suffer and hustle for their families, were on the floor begging strangers to have mercy on their own blood. And our government? Silence. Speech. Grammar. Photo ops. These are children, not animals. They have names. They have mothers who haven't slept. They have fathers who are crying in secret because they feel helpless. They were taken from the safety of their homes and thrown into a bush somewhere, surrounded by people with no conscience and no fear of God. If it was the president's child, or the governor's daughter, would we still be waiting? Would there still be "ongoing investigations?" No. The whole military would move in one hour. But because these are the children of ordinary Nigerians, of the poor, of the forgotten, nobody is in a hurry. Democracy, they said. Freedom, they promised. Security, they swore. Our children are in the bush and our leaders are in Abuja eating. If you are as heartbroken as I am, drop a comment. These children need our voices. π