A Friday with this much mourn, rains of questioning all around, exclamation of pains from both  mothers and fathers, not withstanding siblings, aunt's and uncles  for their lost loved ones.

 It's well, or is it ?

Permit me filled with pain and fear of getting a call from an aunt about a lost cousin, I finally have to question our creator with my eyes burning with tears,  tears as warm as sitting close to the  fireplace for warmth but also cold, this tears now running down my cheeks. It's well I whisper, so silence that only I can hear. 

One losing two, another three ,now five I just heard , the numbers go up increasingly. 

This Friday started up well filled with hope for the job hunters, business owners, petty traders but turns speedily to a Beautiful Black Friday, one that will leave a great scar in our hearts and a limitless hole in Jos city. Here,My heart ache with nothing but mixed emotions with no particular stop.

 All I can see myself asking for, is for him the All Knowing to help us mourn with strength. It's well or is it?