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12 months gone...


At the beginning of the search, I had been full of hopes and expectations for the return of the girls.
But crashed hopes is what is gotten from a failed system.
And worse more, SILENCE...

I followed almost every count...and as the count of days grew lengthy and wider; I began to wonder and lots of questions raced my mind.
I asked questions like; Are the girls still alive?
Are they still were they were said to be or scattered?
Can they still be found???

Hmmnn....
Just in case you have forgotten like the rest of us; It's a year plus one day today. And every one...No, actually some few people are still hopeful for the return of the girls.
What do you think?

#BringBackOurGirls

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