Making History

Boko Haram is a name commonly written throughout this blog. People may believe that this is just some random group trying to make a name for themselves, but that would be entirely wrong. They have a definite count of 10,000 killings just last year alone, and that's only the people that have been taken account for. There's absolutely no way to tell how many could actually have been killed. Not only those who have lost their lives, but think about the people who have had to flee their homelands because of this radical group. Imagine the children who are now orphans because of them. Remember the people who have tried to regain their freedom and have suffered a casualty throughout the fight. This number of deaths is completely out of control, but what is more out of control is the fact that no one is stopping it. 

Who is to say this isn't a genocide? Women and children are constantly targeted just because of who they are. Religion is always an issue to these people too. No woman should be afraid to sleep in their own home. No child should lose their innocence at such a young age. Boko Haram has affected the government so much too. It is now weak. Nigeria was once a prosperous place. Now it is so far from that, it is hard to

imagine ever returning.

 

This extremist group takes up 30,000 square kilometers, which is similar to the size of Belgium. Not only are they large and strong, but they take advantage of the people. They are calling the area "Muslim Territory." 

The part that sickens me the most is that they are starving the citizens. People have been left to survive on merely raw rice and squash. 

These events remind me of Hotel Rwanda because the Hutu rebels took the same actions as Boko Haram. Death. Starvation. Kidnappings. Fear. All were caused by these 2 groups and carried out onto people who are just like them. 

To anyone who reads this, it should make you angry. It most definitely makes me angry. Why aren't we doing anything? What can we do to make this pain end? We all must see ourselves in the children on the other side of the world. We must feel the anguish of the man who lost his father to these monsters. We have to stand up for them. If we choose otherwise, then who will?