Wednesday Blast kills 4

I’ve never enjoyed being the bearer of bad news. I don’t get chocked up over it the way other people seem to. Neither enjoy the attention, nor the thrill of seeing the somebody getting blamed for it. But no other blogger seems to have said a word on this so i thought I should. Felt grossly unfair for the dead, and their families: not mentioning them. As if we were ashamed of them. As if scratching that itch would open complicated wounds we are not sure we want to start dealing with. Despite our hesitation to get involved, politics has involved & claimed innocent lives. The lives of four individuals who left home fixing to watch a battle. The peaceful kind. One that involved a ball, a refree and red cards. Instead of the type that caught them unawares. Involving death – their own!

That night the Mother of the Spirits walked the length and breadth of the clan, weeping for her murdered son.

May each son rest in peace!
And those who did him harm, never!

SudanTribune & ENA report.