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One day, I woke up to noises and jumped up to check the time.

It was past 3 a.m.
I peeped through the window and saw the security guard beating a young man, accusing him of stealing from the street. The commotion woke other people and I went outside to see. His face looked familiar, but I couldn't place him.

People were shouting questions at him, but he wouldn’t answer. He was proving stubborn and trying to fight back.

Others joined in and began beating him, and because I have a phobia of such scenes I started to panic and ran back inside.

By morning, only a few people and the security guard remained; the young man was tied up. I went closer and asked if he knew me, but he didn’t speak. He only stared.

Some of the men warned me to leave or they’d rough me up, so I left for work.
Before I returned home, I heard he had died and that the police had taken his body.

Since then I’ve been restless. I keep thinking where I knew him from.
Two days later, I saw his picture on someone’s status.
An acquaintance posted it and said the family had reported him missing. I asked and learnt that he was the younger brother of one of our classmates.

We grew up in the same neighborhood here in Lagos. I knew him. He wasn’t a thief. Even as a child he behaved strangely and would sometimes run away from home. He is not mentally okay but it's seasonal.

I got my classmate’s number from the person who posted the photo and called to offer my sympathy.
While discussing, she said their pastor told her he is alive and would return soon.
I saved her number and started viewing her status updates.
She posts about him often, writing about waiting for him and can't wait for them to fight as usual. So many emotional write ups.

Yesterday was his birthday, and her post had me in tears. She’s still hopeful. When I replied with prayers and got emotional, she told me not to to be.
That her brother is safe and will come home soon, and asked me to keep praying for his return.

I haven’t been myself since; I’ve been crying.
How do I tell her that her brother is dead?

For the record: they reported him to the police. including the same station that handled his body but they didn't do their work well.

When I visited them. She almost beat up one of our acquaintances that told her to stay strong, that his brother must have died.
And since then, she've been avoiding her and saying bad things about her.

YOU ARE A WICKED PERSON FOR KEEPING QUIET....I am shaking with tears and anger just imagining that she has hope and waiting for her brother to come back but you that watched him being beaten to death said nothing.....

I am too shocked to comment further.