Today, I decided to attempt something that I knew from the beginning was impossible, but I did it anyway. I tried to put myself in the shoes of those girls, to see whether I can feel what they feel, so as to experience what they might be experiencing. The attempt was a total failure. No one can feel what another feels until that one is exactly where the other has been. I could’t feel anything close to what those poor wretched girls are feeling, unless I was willing to jump right into hell.

I feel for them, and wish I could do more for them other than venting. When I close my eyes and try to visualize these girls with my inner eyes, everything goes blank. At first, it goes deep dark blank, then as I continue to keep my eyes closed, the black begins to slowly dissolve into grey, and from grey, into clear white. I wish I could understand the meaning of the images I see. I have tried to interpret it to mean that although the girls are in some deep emotional straight, the clear white means that there is hope, there is light at the end of the tunnel, they will eventually return.

Already, I can see more activities in the news about the girls today. Even the Nigerian government that previously “wrapped up” their investigation on the girls are also talking. That is a good thing.

(We will continue).