An undergraduate at the Kogi State University,(KSU) has reportedly been stabbed to death by a fellow student on his birthday
The deceased identified as Ali Umar Sharif who was in 300 level has been stabbed to death by a 100 Level student who is currently on the run
It was gathered that Sharif was celebrating his birthday when an argument started between him and Santa leading to the unfortunate incident as the argument later degenerated into a fight
Sharif was said to have picked up a stick while Santa picked a bottle, broke it and stabbed him in the neck before fleeing the scene.
The deceased was subsequently rushed to Good Shepard Hospital, where he was confirmed dead while the whereabouts of Santa remains unknown.
One of his friends took to Facebook to mourn him in a post which read;
Ali Umar Sherif, AKA Stormyblaze..
After last night, tonight I am seeing another wet pillow. So I missed your birthday yesterday. You left today. Open shameless gushes of blood out of your neck from the gnashing of a deliberate bottle.
Sharp. Painful. Sharply painful, he drove the broken bottle into your neck and you held it a bit. You got into the hands of the doctors and you couldn’t just hold on some more.
Your breathe labored. In death everywhere was heavy. You pitied yourself. Your alone mother. Our alone mother. You pitied the fine three years of every hunger and struggle to be in school and stay in school. You thought of everyone. Gradually your eyes started going off like PHCN quenching power when it was about to rain.
You closed it. Held a very long breathe this time, your mouth agape. And your spirit departed your body in a steady stroll.
You started breaking their hearts from the hospital. You broke their heart from Anyigba. The smoke spread like harmattan bushfire onto other towns, cities and plenty other places everyone who heard of you could understand.
You broke my heart. Our heart. And I am just here, heart broken.
Heart broken.
My heart is besieged. You were a damn “hustler”. That type that says “scratch it! Rain and sun, we die here”!
You call me mentor. You told me about it. The one within and the babe things. The future things. The hustle. The help things. You stayed out of trouble.
You couldn’t just stay out of death. You hurt me bro. It cuts as keen as a sharp bottle driven into my heart.
Rest in peace… Sheriff.
