pls..this is a very very touching story , let us wish this family peace of mind...say ur prayers to this poor family. .may ur soul rest in peace. .dear..
Abraham

The  Apple Of Our Eyes
Just like a joke the search began, we looked every where, combed the entire city, desperately looking, frantically searching. we called out your name from street to street, neighborhood to neighborhood, hospital to hospital, Church to Church (your favorite place to be in), we didn't even know you had a special seat close to the choir in that huge Church opposite the house. we were told that You were always present when there was choir practice. We asked everyone that passed by, went from zone to zone, area to area, suburb to suburb. It was announced on the radio and television stations. We went to the police stations and they said they were working on it but did absolutely nothing! (very typical of them). Social media was buzzing with the news. Abraham!! Abraham!! Ab!! day and night, the rain came and then the sun. We would park the car when the night was too dark then set off again when it was dawn to "we knew not where". No sleep for days, the nights were long and the only thing that interrupted the silence amongst us was the sound of cars passing by and the silent whispers in our heads. The voices that whispered the horror you could be facing where ever you were would not let any one even slumber.....everyday we spent on the road searching for you was a torture. Each day came with a fresh and more intense fear gripping our skin like leeches. The fear of the unknown. It went on for days, It was 216 hours of horrific, intensifying, guts eating pain and sorrow. ABRAHAM, where are you? "God please do something!! Even if this is the only prayer you would answer in our life time, please bring Abraham home". Then that morning we were praying in tears and also remembering how Daddy passed away in our arms On the 9th of September, The phone rang yet again  (how we hated that ring tone at the time. it still gives me the shivers) and this time around the caller sounded genuine unlike the others who would call and give us wrong information and addresses (it was fun for some Nigerians). The description!! It was you!! Yes! Yes!! blue jeans, black shirt with white and black collar, an all star trainers, a hat to match and a blue Chelsea boxer (your swag was unbeatable) "Yes that must be him, Oga abeg is he alright"? we asked. "Yes he is, but can someone come to suleja hospital to confirm if he really is the one you are looking for"?, the fellow said. Of course, we will be right there ASAP!! we all said with a little bit of relief (just a tiny bit). But sir, can we at least speak with him to be really sure because we get a lot of false calls from people playing pranks...It was at this point the fellow paused for seconds and told us "Ermm, madam the truth be say the person wey them bring is dead" (in his exact words). God forbid!! that can't be Abraham. We all rebuked. But in our minds, this was the fear that stirred constantly. We just didn't want to hear it. No way!! we can't find you dead!! Besides, suleja is miles away from garki. Many miles away from the house, so how can he possibly be found there. Dead. We began to find excuses just to keep ourselves in denial that it can't be you in the morgue. You left the house to play just outside with your friends.You were full of life and smiles so genuine. Your dentition as perfect as it can be. You were a happy child and loved by all. You were so cheerful you would always put a smile on anyone's face. No!! You can't be dead. You loved God so much and you always sang praises to Him. A worshipper as young as you were. God would not let anything happen to you, let alone leave you to the wickedness and cruelty of this world and let the cold hands of death snatch you without any warning. Just like that? No way!! All these and more went through our minds while Oche, Uncle Abraham (blessed memory) and some others went to suleja. We kept praying with fear and trembling, this time around begging God it was not you as opposed to the initial prayer to find you. Then the phone rang and it was confirmed!! "Abraham ne, Anu ne" Oche said. It was you Abraham..... It was you Ab. Your body was Laid down in the morgue.

I couldn't find my breath I had to clutch my throat and gasp for air, taking long deliberate breaths .................my world crumbled. I couldn't find my tears, I wanted to curse, I wanted to be angry with God but where was my voice? I lost it! I lost everything!! I went numb

It's 4years already and I still can't see any sense in the way and manner life was snuffed out of you. Life has not and can never remain the same.

How did it happen?
Who did it ?
It was obviously painful seeing from your mutilated body.
What second did you breath your last?
What was on your mind? (you would have said to yourself that the ones who loved you will come and save you)
Why did it happen?
We prayed day and night, fasted! Did God not hear us? Even if not for our sake, for your sake and for your innocence. Because your heart was pure and you were blameless. You were just a little boy. You couldn't even hurt a fly.

These and more haunting questions run through our minds day and night. No answers yet!! None!! And that hurts even more............
Waiting for God to avenge your death. With our eyes we would behold the judgement of the wicked.
Rest on Abraham.
Til we meet again.

No one is too old or too young to die.
Love. Forgive. Live.