Somewhere in Yobe State there's a bereaved father

Somewhere in Yobe State there's a bereaved father.
I don't know his name because the news channels deemed it unnecessary to even mention.
His son, a University undergraduate died in the last bomb blast.
He came out of the house to investigate the source of some loud bangs; saw a suicide bomber approaching a crowded area and immediately engaged him. They were both killed in the ensuing blast.

The father ran out and met his son in pieces. His son gave his life to save many others.

He tells this story on Channels tv with a dazed stoic look. The reality seems not to have hit him completely as yet.

In other countries his son's pictures would be all over the news. His family would be receiving monetary donations from far and wide to console them. The Governor would have paid them a visit. Because his son died a HERO. One of many everyday heroes both military and civilian that have died fighting Boko Haram.

But in Nigeria, my country, his life and death means Nothing.
Except to the mourning family he left behind.

In Nigeria, my country, our real heroes remain nameless and faceless while thieving politicians go home with truckloads of Awards.

To us, any bomb blast not involving Abuja or Lagos may as well have occurred on Mars. We keep on rocking.

Rest in peace, Dear Unknown.

C ' est la vie.