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Three of us went on a morning walk a week ago. I won't forget this particular one for a while as it was a rather eventful morning. We climbed Nango hill

Growing up, Zaria was peaceful and the ideal place to be. It had people from all parts of Nigeria and other parts of the world, especially in the prestigious university, Ahmadu Bello University. It is one of the oldest Federal universities in Nigeria. I won't go into the history...google is your best friend! *bite me!* This place is one I know like the back of my hand. I spent a good part of my childhood in this town. Growing up on campus, this university was full of life! There were times I could not wait to be an adult like the students. They dressed up, had parties, shows, rags day and so many other exciting events. It all looked like good fun to my small mind at the time.

It plays on the mind. When given room, it takes over and leaves you paranoid. Amidst the hurt and the pain, people constantly ask the bereaved to be strong. Bereaved people can easily fall apart especially when they are not allowed to grieve in their own way. The feeling is horrible; a heavy head, a lump in the chest, bouts of weeping, inexplicable emotions constantly running through the mind.  Self evaluation and even self-deprecation with the question of what else could have been done constantly haunt the bereaved. Time they say will make it easier...