I was home when the bombs exploded about 6.30 p.m. It didn’t take long for the
news to spread. I had several SMS messages and phone calls from friends. “Had I
heard about the bombings?” One of the blasts in which one man died happened
about 500 meters from where I live. I heard nothing that evening. From the 11th
floor, I looked out on the city, quiet, silent, and dark. The promise of the New
Year is not supposed to bring in fear and uncertainty. Many people recoiled from
the usual celebration and the city disappeared into a cocoon of fear. Lives were
lost, people injured, and the phantoms responsible for this dark angel of death
faded into the night with blood on their hands where they remain at large.
Linked to our imagination only as theories. So far there are no faces to these
murderers. We live with an abstraction of evil waiting for the authorities to
reveal the faces that visited us with death.