ANGER must be a gross misrepresentation of one’s emotions following the reported barbaric acts which culminated in the death of a youthful and gifted Neesa Gopaul.

This brilliant student was suffering for what would have appeared as eons to her.
Scared, she screamed and screamed. In light and in dark. Some answered, but weren’t relentless to liberate her from her nightmares. She was haunted by evil that she trusted. Maybe with someone’s persistence, she could have been exorcised. She could have bounced back if someone had provided a spring for her to land.

Instead, she was sprung at by savages who pillaged her innocence leaving her debilitated and in constant agony. She banged at doors and windows both here and afar. Maybe her tender hands knocked too softly disabling her from disturbing others to lend a real hand; a hand that could have intensified the decibels of her thumping which could have unchained her from her inhumane captors.

Unfortunately, Neesa’s anguish resulted in her literally losing her head; a head that once promised much in the capacity of leadership that today’s youth are suppose to provide for their tomorrow.

That fragile capacity has been depleted by greed. Greed, a cardinal sin; a sin that rendered her powerless allegedly by the might of those who should have provided her with a secure journey of realising her potential.

That potential has been severed and drowned with the aid of dumbbells; both in plundering her and keeping her submerged under murky waters. It’s unimaginable the excruciating torture she endured in her final moments. Her shrieks must have been thunderous petering to absolute silence as her head was severed. What beast amongst us could have allegedly watched her grow and inflict such mutilation? What beast? Indeed the beast within her trust; a trust that showed ominous signs. Some looked. Indeed, they just may have gazed.

Even in death, she suffers. What should have been the beacon of inspiration at the place of her academic enlightenment has capitulated into a beacon of desertion. What beast of acquaintance would distance itself from such a helpless juvenile? Oh cried she did. Her peers responded. Her mentor unmoved. Unmoved because of pride; another cardinal sin. A mentor allegedly too obsessed that the name of Neesa’s former institution of learning would be sullied. Sullied for whose gain I ask? Oh, what beasts among us!

A dark flag flutters as a reminder where she once walked to build her capacity. Her peers have indeed responded. The flag shows their pain. Only if it had reflected a collective show of affection.

Unfortunately, some who are tasked with nurturing and helping their subjects to rise after pitfalls, are unable to bend at the knees and elbows.
If only Neesa had gotten a hand; that hand could have kept her head intact. Oh what savage among the trusted. Oh what beast among protectors. Oh, what dumbbells in the midst. Unfortunately, it’s extremely challenging to differentiate among them.