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Missing Or Dead?

I was going to title this write-up “our missing girls” but I figured you were already tired of hearing and reading about them when there has clearly been no improvement since the issue started till date. We started the” bring back our girls” campaign in different parts of the world, we wrote songs and sang them, we cried and empathised with them but still NOTHING. We wrote about them just the way I am right now but still NOTHING. We prayed for them but still NOTHING. We spoke to and against our leaders to do something about it and they said they were trying their bests but still NOTHING. We did all we could but no results, all our efforts proved abortive. I wrote about this before, you can click here to read but I’m writing about this again because of a conversation I had with a friend.

My friend Lanre who follows politics and everything related to it to the latter watched the mothers of the girls meeting with the president and how he assured them that they’d be found very soon. We can all admit that the soon isn’t soon anymore. Between then and now, we’ve had students become graduates, we’ve had women get married with a child or more, we’ve had a lot of things happen during this “soon” period. Lanre then suggested that instead of giving the nation unnecessary hope especially the mother of this girls who has probably become women by now for those that are still alive, why not declare them dead while working on it underground?
At least the women would not totally forget them but they wouldn’t be worried about how their girls are being treated. They would grieve once in a while but they would at least live their lives normally and accept their fate. If they eventually find the girls, it will be a cause to rejoice as it wasn’t expected. Giving them hope when nothing is guaranteed? I don’t think that’s fair. I don’t think it’s fair to the families of the girls, I don’t think it’s fair to us who are expectant, I don’t think it’s fair to well-wishers, it’s not just fair at all.

Yes, the truth is that the girls have not been found but then the truth is bitter and in this case the truth hurts and it hurts real badly. A Yoruba adage says “omo eni ku san ju omo eni nu lo” meaning that “one’s child is dead is better than one’s child is missing”. Both are bad, no doubt and no one will definitely pray for either but its more soothing to know that such child is gone other than thinking about a million and one possibilities of seeing the child. Sadly, not all the girls would be found and I’m sure we’re all aware of the fact that some of them are dead and we know how they died. The mothers are waiting for the children but not all would see theirs. How would they feel when the moment of truth comes?

Isn’t it better to let them live in a lie that they can deal with? Is it so hard for the government to declare them dead, after all they tell other lies that have no positive effect on our lives and now it’s suddenly time to be truthful yeah? Not even putting into consideration the feelings of the mothers especially and that of other sympathizers. These are my thoughts and of course Lanre’s as well but what do you think? Should the truth be told or should they be declared dead so that it will be easier to get over them even though we know that they can never be forgotten?


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