ENOUGH. Somewhere in an ancient town tucked within the ambit of Edo State is an inconsolable wail of sorrow too raw for words from a mother who has lost her will to live, a father who has lost the pride of his heart, a sister who has lost her best friend and confidante, a course mate who has lost her partner in aspiration, a lecturer who has lost a bright and talented student, a choir that has lost an angel. Uwa Omozuwa. Lost to a senseless, barbaric, heart-wrenching kill. And for what? Sexual pleasure, with other layers of cruel undertones, although open to theories and guesses, are yet to be ascertained. Somewhere not excessively far off is a fed up and distraught, 20 something year old woman, struggling to make sense of it all. Unable to close her eyes without being fed the image of this young and beautiful woman, only just a few years younger, who barely a week ago had her whole life ahead of her. Even as I type these very words, it’s incon...