Life, Little Things and Laughter

She wrote a letter to God

and waited for a reply at the mailbox under the moon light.

At an IDP camp in Bama, a brilliant lil girl wrapped in her mother’s cloth took a sheet of paper and began to write while her dirty puppy stared at her with a worried face.

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Dear God,

Save us, from these blood thirsty killers and the drunken gods who drive them into unjustifiable rage.

Save us from pot bellied rich and powerful men who divert our relief materials to sell at the open markets in Maiduguri.

Save us from politicians who use us as pawns and then shed crocodile tears on television.

Save us from the activities of NGOs who use our names to make money for themselves.

Save us from security personnel who abuse and rape lil girls like me, our sisters, mothers and grandmas.

Save us from the teenagers who sell hard drugs to other teenagers in this camp.

Please sir, do not be angry that I will disturb you with this letter. I know you need to have some rest. There are just too many problems in this country demanding your attention.

My father has been killed. And my mom is always out there looking for what to feed us with. I have no one else to talk to but you. Please do something urgently.

Your daughter,
Hauwa Salamatu Bornu.

She squeezed the letter into a rumpled envelope, addressed it

“To God In Heaven”

and dropped it off in a makeshift letter bucket hung under the calm moon a few meters away.

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Then she sat down in front of her parents’ bacha at the camp and waited for a reply from God Almighty.

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