A friend was sharing a joke with me yesterday. I was so amused but in the middle of my laughter, the thought of the 86 girls who are presently being held by Boko Haram popped up in my mind and I was surprised at how the amusement instantly gave way to a flood of guilt and pain.
What if those girls are being raped? What if some have already being killed? How is their state of mind? Imagine the horror they are facing and the scars that the eventual survivors will live with for the rest of their lives. Naturally, issues of violence against women and children tear at each nerve in my body and the pain I feel when they confront me is inexplicable. I felt myself bleeding as those questions banged at my heart.