Chibok girl's school uniforms. One was clearly made in a hurry, in messy stitching and different color threads. Another one was well made but utilitarian – probably stitched by the girl’s mother.
Another dress was especially dirty and threadbare. Maybe the girl was going to wash it tomorrow. Maybe she couldn’t afford soap and was waiting until she could. It’d been stitched again and again at the sides – torn and repaired, probably the only uniform she had.