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“If we run and so they kill us, so be it. However now we have to run now.”


It began with a couple of pops within the distance that grew to become a torrent. Endurance heard the noise from her mattress and jerked up.

At Chibok there was one guard for the gate and one for the entire dorm. The dorm guard slept throughout from Endurance and Mary; they known as him Kaka, the respectful technique to deal with an elder male in Nigeria. Kaka was historic — wrinkled and walked with a limp. It was unattainable to know simply how outdated he was. He rustled in mattress. “I’m going out to look,” he instructed them, then shuffled away.

Exterior, Hadiza was shaking Blessed awake and the 2 ladies ran again into the Golden Room. Inside, there was solely commotion and confusion.

Salama’s buddy was shouting at her: “You fool! Get up! Can’t you hear what’s taking place?”

Salama, nonetheless half-asleep, pulled on her blue-checkered uniform and ran to the Golden Room’s doorway. The sharp sounds of assault, like a thundering roar, have been all over the place without delay — she felt the earth shaking. Shadows of women scrambled previous and gathered within the darkness of the prayer space.

Endurance couldn’t anticipate Kaka. Wearing a T-shirt and wrapper skirt, she bumped into the prayer room with Mary. They stood towards the wall; Endurance took Mary’s hand and listened to the whispers. Mary’s respiration was heavy.

“Ought to we run?” the women requested each other.

“We should always not run. We should always hold quiet. The principal stated we must always not go anyplace.”

“What is occurring?” somebody shouted.

Women have been crying.

“Is it them?” one other requested. “Is it them?”

“Are they right here?”

“What about our mother and father?”

“Okay, everybody simply sit down,” somebody stated. “Everyone simply be quiet, perhaps they are going to suppose there isn’t a one at school!”

Kaka got here again and located Endurance and Mary. “What are we going to do?” he requested. The women appeared up at him; there was little to be executed. “We’ll simply depart the remaining for God,” Endurance stated.

Kaka knew what Boko Haram did to males in conditions like this — ladies they could depart; males they kidnapped or killed. “They could have extra mercy on you. They received’t have mercy on me. Let me go and conceal,” he stated and vanished into the shadows.

Endurance heard the sound of motorbikes. Two males in navy uniforms walked into the dorm. “Don’t fear. Don’t run. We’re with you,” certainly one of them shouted. “Collect collectively! Collect in a single place!”

Within the prayer space, Blessed’s coronary heart steadied. They have been right here to guard the varsity, identical to the principal had promised.

The women muffled their sobs and sat down.

Straight away, every thing modified. Extra males charged into the hostel. “Allah Akbar!” the boys shouted. “Allah Akbar!” The troopers poured in, increasingly of them, holding big weapons. It was darkish and the women couldn’t see them clearly, however the odor of sweat and adrenaline stuffed the corridor. “Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar!”

These males usually are not troopers, Blessed thought.

Dourcas Yakubu is 16 years outdated. Her mother and father describe her as shy lady who beloved consuming tuwo (an area dish).

After the final time, they’d haunted Endurance. The goals all the time began the identical: white-clad angels singing superbly, then her view shifted. All of the sudden, there have been darkish shapes, folks, monsters; she couldn’t make them out. They have been screaming and shouting, and coming quick. She used to get up earlier than the monsters bought too shut. However now they have been right here.

“Everybody quiet!” one man yelled above the chaos, his face hidden by shadows. He should be the chief, Endurance thought. “The place are the boys and the boys of the varsity?”

“They do day faculty,” somebody answered.

The lads weren’t there to intimidate. They wished provides. They wished equipment — issues that have been unattainable to get within the bush, the place they made their residence.

“The place is the machine for making bricks?”

“There’s no engine,” the women whispered. “There’s no machine for making blocks.”

“You’re mendacity! If you happen to don’t inform us the place it’s — you realize what we did to different cities, what you heard occurred there’ll occur right here.”

A gaggle of males took two of the women to make them the meals shops. The opposite ladies have been commanded outdoors, previous the lele mazza tree, and over to the gated entrance.

Hauwa Mutah slept on the underside bunk in her dorm.

Endurance watched as the boys divided themselves into three teams. One group guarded the women; one other loaded automobiles with sacks of rice, beans, pasta, and maize. The third began torching the buildings. It was all so practiced and environment friendly. Inside minutes, the lecture rooms, the lecturers’ quarters, and the storeroom have been all bathed in orange flames.

Once more the chief spoke up. “Go get your hijabs!” he shouted. Just a few of the women riffled by book-bags for head scarves; others stood up, transferring towards the hostel, which was to this point untouched. A lot of the ladies remained seated.

“What about you Christians, don’t you might have scarves?” the chief requested. “Are you all Christians?” The women nodded.

“So does that imply we must always simply kill these — take them and burn them, too?” Endurance heard a person ask.

“No. Simply combine them collectively,” the chief stated. “Let’s go!”

Lastly, the boys set hearth to the hostel: Every little thing the women had recognized was now gone.

The chief wasn’t happy. “The place is the brick-making machine?” he shouted once more. “I’m going to shoot this gun. If I shoot it 4 instances, you’re all going to die!”

The person shot. As soon as, twice, a 3rd time.

A lady stood up: “It’s on the street!” she stated. They dispatched her to indicate them. Salama felt her legs shaking.

Endurance began to hope, her eyes open as she sat within the dusty courtyard. She might really feel Mary trembling subsequent to her. She might hear screams and gunshots from the city, then an enormous explosion within the distance. Perhaps one of many petrol drums out there, she thought. The women subsequent to her have been sobbing: “I’m the one little one of my mother and I’m by no means going to see her once more!”

A lone voice requested: “If I die, what am I going to inform God?”

Endurance’s left hand gripped her buddy Christina’s, certainly one of her different shut buddies from Moda Home; her proper handheld Mary’s. Christina held onto another person, Mary did the identical, and people ladies held onto different ladies, who held others. Endurance might really feel their hearts beating as one.

The Holy Spirit instructed Endurance to hope. “If I’ve longer days on Earth, the Lord lead me out of this. If that is my final day on earth, let me see God,” she mouthed silently.

Christina’s physique was nonetheless, taut like a spring; Mary was shaking. Endurance was calm. Will probably be like final time. They will inform us to go residence now, she thought. Endurance willed herself to challenge calm on Mary, on all of them. She noticed extra males coming to the gate. “Rise up!” they shouted, “Rise up and comply with this street!”

They don’t seem to be going to allow us to go. Endurance stood up and stated a prayer: “God give me course of find out how to get again residence. I’m not scared.”

As the women walked out of the gate, they have been nonetheless linked. Endurance put one foot in entrance of the opposite, her eyes open, her thoughts clear. She targeted on strolling, one foot, then the opposite. They have been cautious to remain collectively of their net of arms — ladies linked to women linked to women linked to God.

Hauwa Ntaki needs to be a nurse or perhaps an economist. She was third in her class. She loves volleyball. Her faculty pocket book features a letter to her brother and notes on the photo voltaic system.

The primary filth street was vast, however tons of of women have been strolling collectively, putting one foot in entrance of the opposite as they’d been ordered to. Endurance might see ladies spilling over onto the aspect and into the bush. Boko Haram gunmen had them corralled like a frightened, stumbling herd.

Perhaps 15 minutes glided by; virtually each lady in Endurance’s group was holding somebody’s hand. “Why are you strolling like that?” one gunman shouted at Endurance. She jumped. Everybody dropped arms. Endurance fumbled within the darkness. She discovered one hand close to to her; it was Christina’s. Mary had disappeared, gone within the sea of women and murmurs.

Endurance began planning. She whispered to Christina: “If we go the place they’re taking us, do you suppose we will escape?”

“What do you suppose we must always do?” Christina requested in Kibaku, the native Chibok tribal language; relying on the truth that Boko Haram — a bunch dominated by Fulani and Kanuri males from the northern a part of the state — wouldn’t perceive them.

“Effectively, even when we attempt to escape, and we get killed, a minimum of our mother and father will be capable to see our our bodies,” Endurance instructed her. “That’s higher than to go there after which have our lives spoiled.”

“How will we all know when to run?” Christina requested her.

“The Lord will inform us the proper time.”

Rhoda Peters loves going to church and her favourite meals is rice and beans. Her dad is a civil servant in Chibok, and he or she’s the form of lady who writes thanks notes to her in-laws once they purchased her a pocket book.

By Endurance’s depend, they’d been strolling about half an hour when Boko Haram shouted for them to take a seat down once more. There was an enormous tree on the aspect of the street, and three vehicles and a automotive parked beneath it. The fighters began re-packing meals.

Blessed gripped Hadiza’s hand tightly. She watched as the boys drove a lorry towards the group.

“Everybody who needs to stay, get within the truck,” the chief shouted, “Everybody who needs to die, step over there!” He fired his gun within the air: pop, pop, pop.

Blessed pulled Hadiza’s hand, however Hadiza wouldn’t budge.

“Let’s go,” Blessed whispered.

“No,” Hadiza stated.

“Would you like these folks to kill you? Let’s enter!” She pulled her buddy.

“I cannot enter. Allow them to kill me right here.”

There was a crush to maneuver. Women have been pushing, jostling ahead.

“Let’s enter!” Blessed pleaded. She might really feel Hadiza’s resistance; her finest buddy’s hand was slipping away.

We’re sleeping in a single place, all the time. We’re fetching water collectively; we’re finding out collectively; we’re collectively, all the time. After we hear this factor, she’s the one who wake me up; she held my hand contained in the hostel. Then, from the time that we got here outdoors, we maintain our arms collectively, after which we’re transferring. We’re collectively, for the reason that starting our arms are collectively. Now, she left my hand.

Blessed was pushed to the entrance of the lorry. She sat down. The women saved coming, crawling over one another to slot in the truck. A lady sat on Blessed’s leg, others gripped her shoulders. She was surrounded, suffocated by our bodies.

The truck started to maneuver. Contained in the open-air container, it was quiet. The women fell into one another, their our bodies colliding and falling aside — their weight the one stable a part of their existence. It was quiet, so quiet.

An hour handed — perhaps extra, perhaps much less — when Blessed heard Hadiza’s voice:

“Blessed! Come! Let’s leap down!”

“Hadiza, I’m within the entrance! There are folks on prime of me! I don’t have a technique to leap down.”

“Okay, Blessed. Please, if in case you have a spot to face up — get up,” Blessed heard her finest buddy plead. “Please, let’s go!”

“Okay, Hadiza, I’m coming,” Blessed stated. She tried to maneuver, she pushed up, however she couldn’t. The women had shaped a cage of limbs.

“Hadiza! I can’t stand!” Blessed known as. “Hadiza!”

“Okay, Blessed, till you come…”

After that, silence. When Blessed appeared up, she noticed solely stars.

Hauwa lists the names of her buddies who’re “good” ladies, “stupit” (i.e. silly), and “on prime desk” — the very finest.

There have been ladies who jumped and ladies who fell. Some grabbed tree branches that whipped throughout the open truck and swung out into the darkness. They leapt as in the event that they knew what was coming, like synchronized swimmers vaulting calmly right into a practiced routine they’d executed numerous instances earlier than. Endurance counted them go: One. Two. Three…

Salama noticed them, too. They didn’t say goodbye — they simply fell away, melting into the darkness. Salama struggled to maneuver. She wished to get to the sting and vanish as properly. As she tried to face, a lady pulled on her arm. “If you happen to leap, I’ll report you to them,” she stated. Salama stayed nonetheless.

From her spot within the truck, Endurance might see the following automobile behind them within the convoy. It was a bike; Endurance noticed its lone beam, bouncing within the darkness. She measured the house between.

Endurance had promised Christina that God would allow them to know when it was time. The place was God now? The bike beam bought fainter. Was the truck was dashing up? All of the sudden, Endurance realized she wasn’t holding anybody’s hand. Christina was gone — she had jumped.

Was this God’s signal? Endurance wasn’t pondering; she hunched down and sprung into the abyss.

Monica Enoch’s skirt from her sports activities uniform, from Chibok Authorities Faculty. Monica, 18, loves singing.

The solar crept over the horizon, slowly rendering the darkish shifting limbs into entire our bodies and recognizable faces. However mild did little to minimize the uninteresting concern that had settled over the group. There was no expectation of the unknown, simply blankness.

Blessed had watched the truck cross three villages. She had misplaced monitor of time when there got here a clunking shudder — the truck had damaged down. They have been on a mud street, with unfamiliar bushland in all instructions, simply flat and yellow, with a smattering of deep inexperienced Dogonyaro, acacia, and baobab timber. “Get down!” the boys shouted, and everybody scrambled out. “Sit there!” they commanded, pointing to the sandy floor beneath a big tree. Now the women bought their first actual take a look at their kidnappers.

They have been greater than a dozen males, sporting mismatching uniforms — police unit pants, navy camouflage shirts — some with turbans overlaying their faces, others with nothing greater than peculiar garments and a gun. Just a few of them took out machetes and began reducing bramble and placing the thorny branches in a circle across the seated ladies. It appeared like they’d executed this earlier than.

The women knew now that they have been in a race towards time. The longer Boko Haram held them, the more durable it will be to return to their outdated lives. If anybody came upon what had occurred to them, they’d be thought of spoiled. There have been tales about ladies who returned residence. Their households would attempt to cover the reality from their neighbors, from outsiders — No, this didn’t occur to us, they’d say, our ladies have been right here all alongside. If came upon, their daughters would by no means be capable to marry. Their lives could be ruined perpetually.

“I would like 5 ladies, now,” stated a person in a uniform. “5 ladies, for cooking!” he demanded. Blessed watched as 5 ladies stood up. She fidgeted on the bottom. I have to discover a technique to run.

The lads completed constructing the bramble barrier and went to repair the truck. The few that remained have been stationed across the perimeter. They’d left a small opening within the makeshift fence, a small hall, patrolled by one man with a gun.

Blessed appeared round and noticed a couple of different Whuntaku ladies sitting on the bottom. She made up her thoughts, stood up, and walked to the hall.

“Please, I wish to ease myself,” she instructed the person in Hausa, the dominant language of northern Nigeria.

“Welcome to Third Time period / SS One Might God Bless / Me and my different folks / My Identify is Hauwa Nkaki”

“Return and sit down, you’re not going anyplace,” he stated.

The person was younger, tall, and fair-skinned; he had lengthy hair.

“Please,” she stated. “I have to ease myself.”

“Do it right here,” he stated coldly.

Blessed bent down and peed within the sand. She walked again and sat beneath the tree.

The lads had gathered in a bunch by the truck. Blessed appeared round; there have been just a few males left watching the women. She might hear faint crying.

“Give me your scarf?” she requested a lady sitting close to her. It was a small, black-and-white checkered cloth, and he or she wrapped it round her tiny waist. Perhaps they received’t acknowledge me, she thought. She stood up.

Her Whuntaku sister Salama was watching from the bottom. What’s Blessed doing? she thought. Salama was drained and hungry. She might hear nothing and every thing. Then she heard solely the voice of God: Get up. Comply with Blessed. Then, Devil: Sit down. Sit down. Wait.

The voices’ whirled round her head like a twister: Comply with Blessed; Sit down; Comply with Blessed; Sit down. Salama wrenched herself up. She adopted Blessed.

“Please, I have to ease myself,” Blessed requested the person once more. Salama moved proper behind her. Two extra ladies trailed after.

“Didn’t you simply go?” he requested Blessed.

“No, that wasn’t me,” she replied. The women stood silently by.

“Okay, come again instantly,” he stated.

The women didn’t communicate. They walked out of the hall and across the makeshift fence, previous some bushes the place they bent down.

“Okay, guys,” Blessed stated, drawing them nearer. “That is what’s going to occur now. Now we have to run. If we run and so they kill us, so be it. However now we have to run now.”

The women nodded. Blessed peered out of the bush, the boys had their backs to the women; they appeared distracted by the meals.

“Now,” Blessed hissed.

The women ran.

Monica Enoch’s father is a pastor. Her buddy Saratu escaped an assault from Gambaru, one other village close by, however misplaced her household and got here to stay with the Pastor Enoch and Monica. Each ladies have been amongst these kidnapped.

The women ran with out pondering. They ran with out talking. Once they bought drained, they rested briefly beneath the sparse timber, flattening themselves to the parched earth and making themselves very small. Then they ran some extra. They thought they have been deep in Boko Haram territory; militants might have been anyplace.

By the night, Blessed and Salama and one other lady (the fourth had run in a unique course from the damaged down truck) took a break beneath a tree. They heard a cow mooing within the distance and noticed a Fulani herdsman’s hut. The women gathered. “These individuals are within the Boko Haram space. What if we go and so they return us?” Salama requested. However Blessed was agency: They wanted meals.

Once they entered the one-room straw hut, they discovered a pair there within the night mild. “Are you the women Boko Haram kidnapped?” the Fulani man requested instantly.

The women nodded.

“We heard you passing within the evening. You’re protected right here,” he instructed them. The women weren’t certain they believed him, however they’d no alternative. The herdsman’s spouse gave them new garments, to disguise them, and plastic baggage for his or her uniforms. They introduced them water to wash and fed them maize for dinner. That evening, the women cried and prayed and slept on the ground collectively.

The subsequent day, the herdsman instructed them to comply with the street and to ask folks for instructions residence. Within the afternoon, after strolling all day, they rested beneath a tree. A person walked by. “You look actually drained,” he stated. “What’s mistaken?”

Hajara Isa is among the many ladies who have been kidnapped

“We’re the women who have been kidnapped from Chibok,” they instructed him.

“Don’t say that!” he snapped, “Boko Haram involves this village loads.” He confirmed them the trail they need to take.

Later, a person on a bike drove by and stopped. “What are you doing strolling on the streets like this?” he requested.

“We wish to go to Chibok,” they instructed him.

The person checked out their plastic baggage. “What’s in there?” he requested.


“Are you the women who have been kidnapped from the Chibok Faculty?”


“Okay, get on.” Lower than an hour later, they have been residence.

Endurance couldn’t run. She had harm her leg leaping off the truck, so she crawled. She noticed the lone beam of the bike headlight, however the machine didn’t see her. Christina discovered her within the darkness, however couldn’t elevate her up. So Endurance pulled herself, along with her arms, on her abdomen, on her again, dragging herself by the comb. The bottom was jagged and laborious like stone, she might really feel the rocks tearing at her garments, at her pores and skin. She thought she heard gunshots. Her elbow was bleeding.

A person with a bicycle, then a person on a bike, and at last a person with a automotive carried Endurance and Christina residence. When Endurance bought to the entrance door of her household’s small mud-brick home, close to her father’s farmland, she noticed her neighbors and her household gathered in the lounge. Everybody was in tears, as if somebody had died. When she noticed her mother and father, she began crying, too. Her household instructed her how blessed she had been. “You need to be severe, maintain God nearer to you, maintain your self and stay a very good life,” certainly one of her brothers stated.

The subsequent day, her brother Emmanuel took her to the market to purchase new garments and sneakers — black, brown, and pink . Every little thing she owned had been burned within the hostel, together with her books. The household took her to the physician to deal with her legs. Endurance had by no means been to a health care provider earlier than. They’d to verify Boko Haram hadn’t executed anything to her. Afterward, she minimize off all her hair. Similar to that.

The goals returned. However these goals have been totally different. There have been no angels singing. She dreamed solely of the women. She dreamed about Boko Haram coming again and locking her right into a room. Each blessed day, if she managed to sleep, she dreamed. The place is Mary now? Was it proper to leap and depart her behind?

When Blessed arrived residence, Hadiza got here to her home immediately. It was as if nothing had modified, they clung to one another and promised to do every thing the way in which they all the time had. They might not go to the village market or get water with out the opposite.

Blessed nervous what Cool Boy would suppose. Was she ruined now? Would he nonetheless need her? Quickly, he got here, too. He greeted Blessed’s mom — she nonetheless didn’t know he was Muslim — after which discovered her. “I’m sorry this occurred to you,” he instructed her. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He instructed her he beloved her and promised to comply with her anyplace.

Dorcas Yakubu is 16 years outdated. Her mother and father describe her as shy lady who beloved consuming tuwo (an area dish).

When the women’ mother and father bought to the varsity the morning after the assault, they discovered nothing however the burnt shells of school rooms, matchstick dormitories stuffed with metallic mattress frames and unanswered questions: The place had the lecturers been through the assault? What occurred to the safety guards? How might a college be re-opened throughout an emergency closure with no safety plan? The place are our daughters?

In Nigeria, questions like that hardly get answered. After ready for the federal government to do one thing, a bunch of 100 fathers rode their motorbikes to the sting of Sambisa forest, the swampy nationwide park the place Boko Haram had supposedly arrange their new headquarters within the countryside. They didn’t have weapons, solely machetes and knives. The close by villagers instructed them to return: “They’ve armored tanks; they’ve every thing. They are going to destroy you,” the villagers stated. The fathers relented.

It took president Goodluck Jonathan, who’s working for reelection in 2015, three weeks to publicly acknowledge the kidnapping even occurred — and when he lastly did, he admitted that he didn’t know the place the women have been. He then blamed the mother and father for not offering a listing of names and promised to search out them. His spouse, Endurance Jonathan, bemoaned the kidnapping, vowing to hitch the #BringBackOurGirls protests that had mushroomed throughout the nation. Then she reversed course and declared the protests have been merely an opposition-led plot to embarrass her husband in an election 12 months. The primary girl stated the protesters have been almost definitely Boko Haram members themselves.

That very day, the chief of Boko Haram, Abubukar Shekau, launched a video saying he was going to promote the women. Just a few weeks later, he despatched out one other that confirmed 136 ladies sitting in hijabs reciting the Koran.

Worldwide media retailers picked up the story, and #BringBackOurGirls trended briefly. Michelle Obama posted a Twitter selfie holding up an indication in solidarity with the protest motion. Western governments promised to help a rescue operation. Then, simply as rapidly, the world turned away.

I meet the ladies in a metropolis in central Nigeria slightly over two months after the incident. Blessed and Salama had been to the governor’s home in Maiduguri to assist establish their buddies within the newest video launched by Shekau. Endurance had been to Abuja to speak to some foreigners about that evening. She stayed in a lodge for the primary time.

At first, the women are all limbs and awkward giggles. They play on their telephones and commerce Christian and Hausa pop songs over Bluetooth. They’ve been instructed interviews like this are the one method to assist the women who’re misplaced, however they’ve by no means instructed their story intimately. It’s unattainable to know what components of their tales are true, and what components they’ve heard from others and repeated as absolute reality, the way in which solely youngsters can. There are moments the place they get pissed off. Nobody has requested them about their lives earlier than: How is that this related to Boko Haram? How is that this related to discovering our buddies?

How they managed to make it residence and their buddies didn’t is a query they don’t know find out how to reply. Typically they are saying it was God’s will. Different instances, it’s one thing else. “The opposite ladies have been so scared, they didn’t have the braveness,” Endurance tells me. “I’ve all the time had braveness.”

That is undeniably true. The braveness these ladies confirmed within the face of males with weapons is nearly past comprehension. And but the buddies they describe, those nonetheless within the forest, are simply as dynamic and headstrong as they’re. In highschool, friendships are blood bonds, so intense that the guilt of being free whereas their buddies are in captivity is everpresent.

The timing of their abduction stays with me: They’re 17, quickly to be 18 — the years that mark the metamorphosis between lady and girl. It’s evident in the way in which they transfer their newly acquired figures, jutting out their hips once they pose for pictures, self-conscious and self-aware unexpectedly. What had been their greatest 12 months was now one thing else totally. They didn’t know once they would retake their exams. They aren’t certain if this was only a factor that occurred to them, or one thing that may outline them perpetually.

At nightfall after certainly one of our interviews, Endurance and I are sitting within the den. The facility has minimize — outages are frequent throughout Nigeria— and the sunshine is fading from the horizon. Endurance is exhibiting me photos on her telephone: her buddies, her home. She’s taken a photograph of us collectively and photo-shopped a big pink coronary heart round us as a body. She smiles when she exhibits it to me. “Stunning!” she exclaims.

All of the sudden, she isn’t beaming anymore; she shifts her weight on the pleather sofa.

“How do you suppose we will convey again the women?” she asks, wanting up from her telephone. It’s as if she simply remembered that they’re gone.

“Praying,” Salama interrupts.

“No,” Endurance decrees, shaking her head.

“There’s nothing stronger than prayer,” Salama lectures.

“I’m nonetheless praying, however… what sort of assist do you suppose the federal government can do?”

“The federal government screwed them,” Salama snaps, her prim composure wavering. “What’s the authorities doing?” She frowns.

“What do you suppose, Endurance?” I ask her. I watch her ponder silently. That is the lady who spent more often than not I used to be along with her laughing and breaking out into tiny jigs. She thought significantly earlier than answering my questions thoughtfully and at size. It’s the primary time since our preliminary day collectively, when she broke down crying about Mary’s destiny, that she seems small and fragile.

The worldwide highlight that had illuminated Chibok for a couple of weeks had pale, taking all these guarantees with it. For the reason that kidnapping, Boko Haram has solely gotten stronger; they’ve taken over villages and cities, raised the black flag and declared their very own caliphate. They’ve kidnapped extra girls. They’ve killed practically three thousand folks this 12 months alone. The federal government has not too long ago claimed a string of victories towards the militants, and rumors of a attainable prisoner trade swirl, however negotiations have but to yield outcomes. 200 ladies are nonetheless lacking.

Lastly, Endurance responds.

“Their lives have already been spoiled,” she tells me solemnly. “Once they come again… Nothing, nothing may also help them. They’ll by no means be the identical.”

The entire ladies’ names on this story have been modified. They selected their new names themselves.

This story was written by Sarah A. Topol. It was edited by Michael Benoist, fact-checked by Taylor Beck, and copy-edited by Lawrence Levi. Pictures by Glenna Gordon.

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