Hello Friends!

I was recently asked to be a guest blogger for a cool site called Loving On Me, that produces awesome content with the goal of encouraging women to love themselves more (We ALL need this right!).  Every May, they do a week of blogs in honor of Mothers Day, and I chose to write a love note to the 200+ abducted Nigerian girls  from my perspective as a mother. You can read the full post below, or check it out on there site HERE.


Dear Daughters,

21 days, 20 hours, 32minutes, and 45 seconds has passed…and with every passing second I know that your fear deepens. With every passing second, I know your mother’s deepens too….I know because, I too am a mom and even though I’m not your mother, my heart literally wants to escape outside my chest at the thought of what you’re going through and what you could be facing.

Daughters, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

My name is Leslie…I’m Nigerian too…and a mother. Over and over, I’ve watched your mothers weeping …fighting for you… and I weep with them too. You see, I’ve only been a mother for 16 months, and with every waking moment my heart beats for my child. When he was first born, I would sit amazed, counting all his fingers & toes…praying grateful prayers to God for his health and with the same breath praying and wishing away any negative thing that could ever happen to him. I know your mothers did the same. The village must have pampered her with care as they watched you growing in her belly. With every kick you made in her womb, her heart jumped each time, thankful for you and excited to one day see your face. And when you were born, everything she had willingly became yours. You were an extension of her…Every dream she’s had, every wish was deposited into you…and she prayed for the strength and favor to be able to perhaps give you what she didn’t have. Like me, I know she showered you in prayers of gratitude as you slept, while forbidding anything should ever happen to you.

Daughters, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

As a new mom, I’m always thinking of my child. Is he ok? Did he sleep well? Did he eat? What’s he doing this very minute? Was that cough something serious? And the questions go on….In just these short 16 months, my heart quickens when he’s not by my side…I know this is what your mothers are feeling as well. I know they are asking themselves if you’re ok? Are you sleeping ok? Are you able to sleep at all? What is happening to you this very minute? Are you sick? Are they taking care of you? I can imagine their complex prayers, ushering venomous curses over your captors, and at the same time praying mercy on them so that they may show you goodwill.

Daughters, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

I, like so many, think of you daily. I wish you could see the marches being held on your behalf. I wish you could see your mothers’ bravery as they impress our governments to fight for you. We, and most assuredly, your mothers miss you more than you can ever imagine. With every passing day, we feel your absence. Your fathers are missing their Ada’s. Your siblings are missing the jokes you two cracked. Your best friend misses the secrets times you shared on holidays. You should be here with us. Every day we hope against fate that you will be returned back to us. As mothers we tap into the natural connection we shared with you in the womb, whispering messages, hoping our children can hear them. Along with them, I whisper, “Hold on to who you are. We are fighting for you. You are worth more than they say you are. We are coming for you. Never lose hope in this…despite what happens. We have not forgotten you.” With tears, I’m sure she would whisper apologies of a fault that isn’t hers, offering concessions of an act that shouldn’t have happened to you. Along with her, I whisper to you as a mother, with my own tears, saying, “I’m so sorry Daughters… it wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Check out the original post on Loving On Me’s blog HERE.


For more than 2 weeks now, over 200+ girls remain missing in the Sambisa Forest after being kidnapped overnight from their school dormitory at Chibok School in Bornu State in northeastern Nigeria.  While several have escaped, others are speculated to have been sold off into forced marriages for approx $12 in neighboring countries. Yet others remain entrapped by Boko Haram in the forest, at least 3 have been speculated as dead, and more have been taken as recently as today. Thousands across the world have thrown their support to this case, while Western media is slowly catching up to a story which many consider a sentinel call to girls rights and terrorism in our time. I, along with others, will continue to lend my words until these girls are brought home. #BringBackOurGirls

–Leslie aka DivaDoc