I was awaken by a call from my junior brother, Sixtus.
When I picked up the call, he was crying. I tried to calm him down but all he could say was that our eldest brother was shot this morning by unknown gunmen.
I couldn't believe him. I have to call him back but his not picking up the call.
I tried to put a call to our eldest brother but no one was picking up the call too.
I have to rush down to his restaurant where he sells African food.
When I got there, lo and behold, I saw my own brother in the pool of his own blood.
I was speechless. I was so sad.
Who could have done this to us at this critical time?
What was his crime?
Now they have succeeded in killing him, who will take care of his son?
Who will finish his ongoing building project?
Who will take care of his aging mother and father?
Who will take care of his wife?
Brother, please come back to life. We need you now.
You can't die now. Please God, we need a miracle now.
This is the wrong time for him to die.
I don't know why some people drive joy in putting pains and hardships to others.
I will leave everything to God. Let him fight our battle.
Let the perpetrators of this wicked act be judged accordingly by God.
I am sad. I am broken right now. Where do we start?
Rest in peace brother Udelo.
Till we meet to part no more.
Our solace lies in you oh Lord.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STOPPING BY
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