Friday, September 23, 2016

Boku Bono Borno


Boko, Bono, Borno In the city, the villagers arrive. From the remote areas of the Borno State. Tented, they wait. The poorest people on the planet, some of them. Wait they do for food to arrive. They run from Boko Harmum. And Rape. Murder. Beheadings. Child suicide bombers. In New York, Bono canvasses the world leaders at the UN. They never have found those girls, have they?

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