I am sitting at thisHeathrow airport, lost in thought even amidst the hustle and bustle around me. I had 3 days of deep deep conversations about girls with names, too young to wed; and we somehow mentioned in passing the mysterious men who are involved in the equation. My mind floats to Malala and in her strong voice told us that he met with President Goodluck Jonathan of Nigeria and encouraged him to find the girls or at least meet with the parents of the abducted girls...and I am thinking to myself with pain, actually its now hundred 100 and where are the girls? Then someone is talking about summer vacation and holidays; and my mind goes back to the village where every day was a working day, except christmas. The notion of summer holidays existed but in a king of different way....every woman in my village has always been a working woman, but the one who has no pension, has no vacation and does not really retire... well, I just hope my flight will be on time. At least I have family waiting for me, and friends to reminisce with...life
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 16:39:28 +0000
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