MY SADDEST SEPTEMBER 17 SINCE MY
INCEPTION.
I woke up with strings of smile, unbeknownst
of the stygian that was to becloud that day.
Of course I couldn't have known.
September 17 began to assume gloominess
when at first, a visitation I was suppose to
make never happened (I don't know why).
The stench of sinister continued; I was yet to
be struck. At about several minutes inside
three o'clock, my phone rang. It was a
message.(I had subscribed to news alert.
Perhaps this was a pointer to something
devastating that was imminent). I opened the
message, and one among the headlines read,
“SCORES KILLED AS GUNMEN ATTACKED
KANO COLLEGE." I needed no one to whisper
to me that the so called ‘gunmen' were Boko
Haramists. Far from actuality, I thought it
was a secondary school that had been
attacked. It never could have occured to me,
normally, that it was a College of Education
that was attacked. I was, still, yet to be
solvent in utter fear and disbelief.
A second sign of gloominess beckoned.
Johnbosco(My childhood friend) called and
asked me if I heard about the news involving
a boko haram attack. I replied in the
affirmative. He suggested that I call home
and abreast myself of the actual situation(I
later thought, after having got the news, that
he may have had the sad news; I wasn't sure
though. it was only normal to speculate
given the situation at hand).
As agreed, I called home. I dialled mum's
number and awaited her reception. Then, the
stygian became apparent immediately I heard
her voice; I was soon to be struck, though
not yet. I asked, to confirm the incident, and
she was positive about it. Then I asked why
her voice was pale and weak. I even tried to
answer for her by giving possibilities of cough
and cattarh. Of course, like a mother, she
agreed it was cough and cattarh; with the
intent of not disclosing to me the actual
stuation. She gave me clue. She said that my
sister was affected in the bomb blast and
that she had sustained an injury. I became
frantic and stifled. A farrago of thoughts
began to run criss-cross in my head. For
once, I was confronted by utter confusion.
Mum was hasty to end the call (Perhaps to
continue with her sobbing. I didn't know). A
thing that was unusual. Accordingly, the call
ended, rather abruptly. I was saddened
already by the news that my sister was
involved in the dastard incident. I was
gloomy thence. Calls from family friends kept
coming, and then I knew there was way more
to the story than I already know.
At about 11:02pm, my elder brother(who is
my roommate) called my eldest brother who
broke the devastating news to him, and him
to me. My blood curdled. I became mute(and
still have been mute). It was the imaginable.
Do I shout? Do I wail? I thought. My attitude
became a product of bewilderment. My sister
would now be addresssed with ‘was'; A word
that could never mean the present nor the
future. It dawned on me that I would never
see my sister again. I have been
psychologically battered since then.
I remember the four little kids she's left
behind, and I wail. I wail. How unfair life is.
How much they'll miss their mother, and the
entire motherly stuff. I can't help but cry. My
sister is gone forever. Forever! Good night my
beloved sister. May you rest in the bosom of
the Lord's. *sobs*
RIP my big sister.
written by my younger brother Hipolytus.

This is so heart-breaking, i'm short of words. May God grant you and the family the fortitude to bear the irreplacable loss.

May God heal your broken heart. Amen

Take heart please.

May God accept her soul nd grant her loved ones the fortitude 2 bear d loss.

So sorry for your loss. Agonies of boko haram victims.

Sorry for the loss and R.i.p to ur sis.

Sorry for your loss. May God heal your heart

Sorry for the loss, may God console you and your family.

RIPP to your sister. The Lord is your strength.

RIP to the departed. May God give mummy the fortitude to bear the loss.

#Heartbreaking#

May the comforter of all be with you and your family.

It is well my brother.

.may God bless u all my nl friends. its not easy. my dearest sister died as if she was a criminal sentenced to death by firing squad. well God knows best. I pray her kids safety and God's guidance. especially as de begin to grow without their mother.may God bless u all my nl friends. its not easy. my dearest sister died as if she was a criminal sentenced to death by firing squad. well God knows best. I pray her kids safety and God's guidance. especially as de begin to grow without their mother.