“At least 19 people were killed and 18 injured on Saturday when a young girl, thought to be aged about 10, blew herself up at a crowded market in the northeast Nigerian city of Maiduguri, the Red Cross said.”
…when a young girl, thought to be aged 10, blew herself up at a crowded market…
When a young girl blew herself up.
A young girl blew herself up.
How has it happened that this could be just another news headline that we (at most) utter a sigh about, repeat to someone else expressing “how sad the world has become” or say a quick prayer over… as if paying “homage” in these ways to those killed and injured would somehow compensate for our practical apathy, ignorant parochial indifference or lack of action…
“A young girl blew herself up” rings in my ears all day long.
I go to church and the pastor reads “Talitha Cumi”.
But a young girl…blew herself up.
And we sing ” Wake up child it’s your time to shine. You were born for such time as this.”
Am I the only one wondering how it could possibly be that she was born for such a time as this?
She blew herself up for goodness sakes!
BLEW HERSELF UP!
Jesus said, “Time to get up little girl!”
But that 10 year old little girl was woken up yesterday morning, strapped with explosives and sent into a market. To kill. To die.
As I play with my godchild and pray for her protection, I think of all the Nigerian mamas praying for their baby girls today.
And again news comes: “Two more child suicide bombers hit Nigeria.” Two more. Child suicide bombers. How have we allowed those three words to even follow each other in the same sentence?
I am disturbed. And I think of Desmond Tutu and Sir Francis Drake’s prayers, ” Disturb us o Lord!” I am disturbed. Disturbed by the atrocious reality represented by those words “A young girl blew herself up”. Disturbed by our ignorance. Disturbed by our apathy. Disturbed by our excuses. Disturbed by my inaction. Disturbed by my comfort. Disturbed my cowardice…