So, I thought that the last post would be the last post before my submission. But, no. There’s something more important then my work right now. Something that has to be shared… Some important thing like… life…. and death.
Around 1730 while I was lying on my bed in my room, joking around with my maid, I heard sirens. I thought it was just a drill. A tiny voice in me went, “Why would they have drills at such hour.”
At 1800 when my dad reached home. He announced that at the traffic light junction at the end of my house, there’s an accident. Kids, dead. I lost my appetite. I can hear about death, but not kids man. They’re….KIDS for godsake.
This got my mind going everywhere. I mean, I’m sorry for repeating. THEY’RE KIDS. I can’t imagine the pain of their parent.
Imagine, on the way home, in the train/bus/car/taxi tired with all the traffic jam and you get a phone call saying your son is gone. They must be…devastated.
I can’t imagine coming home to one less sibling.
Kids, ride safely. Doesn’t mean the traffic light is red, the green man is on, it’s safe to cross. Don’t assume. ASS.U.ME. Don’t make an ass of you and me – me in this case is not Aqilah… :b There’s bound to have one idiot out there who thinks he/she is a road daredevil at the cost of someone’s life.
Drivers/riders, if you drive/ride a high car/bike, don’t assume there’s no small kid crossing the road.
Everything is a two way street. It works hand in hand.
Now, I don’t feel like leaving my home for school tomorrow.
My sincerest condolence and prayers for the two boys….and their family.