A friend is shot and the earth
still rotates on its axis. The sound is heard in the building and the second
hour of the clock still tickles. The bullet shutters the veins and nerves and
the assassin has the guts to see his all time plan happen in a flash. The body
falls, gasps for help and no one is in sight. The soul lives in promise for an
eternal place. Isn’t this tomfoolery?
Friends receive the news of your
death in calls and texts. Others see on social media. We immediately gasp our
ops! And sorries. Then get appetitive for more. Calls are made and more texts
written. The world does not stop. The friends do not lose appetites. They do
not cry. It is not the first case anyway- we are used to death news.
What if I die today too? A
useless son of a woman whose heart doesn’t know how precious life is may have
stabbed me in the chest. Or shot me right in the eye- or the left ear. A son
who has never written a page of his life in a diary but spending all his life
talking hatred. Will my friends fill my Facebook wall with unfortunate moods?
Will they text my phone? Will one gasp for breath and faint? Will they
communicate to my picture silhouettes? What will happen? Let me not talk about
this.
The killer- a man. The tool- a
gun. Have we now taken law into our hands? Who will seek justice for Kevin? Who
will hold the stomach of his mother living in Eastleigh the time the tall boy
will be lowered into the grave? Who will tie her rope tight? If Kevin had eaten
another’s sweat if so can be the case, why should the person have sought other
means? How many others will the person take lives from?
Burying a pal is so painful just
that we do not have words to express. He was moved by the death of his friend-
Twala- a few months ago. He organized a team that travelled to bury his
classmate. He least knew that it waited for him just like I know not when my assassin
will arrive. It may be age, accident, drown, disease or murder. We die like
rats. Dogs live longer than we.
This brings us to simple social phenomena-
why do people grow sadistic that they would rather end a life? Do they know how
valuable life is? What has he gained from the killings? If the assassin is
faced by the same fate what will be justice there? Not even the killing of the
guilty can repay the death of the innocent. If though the assassin can read
this let him know that it was such a bad move that he should curse his
existence.
Life is hard; they say. Youths
are too careless and foolishly idealistic. They run all manner of earnings
including hit-runs. They do not know how to solve problems amicably. They think
that Kevin was an enemy not knowing how many friends he had and how a blessed
son he was to other hearts. This is precipitated by the noisy environments,
violent movies and music and lack of life visions. Who will rise from the dead
or come from space to give some people sense?
The bulbs still turn on and bills
will be due for us to pay. Our hearts will mourn and our minds forget Kevin.
Time will cure us. But the human heart- a source of all evils will remain with
us. What are we doing to educate minds and hearts? What are we involved in when
we see such happenings? Let Kevin be the last. We will die all in the end, yes.
But let us live first.
If you feel like killing, please
kill yourself. Others are better than you. It will give us the heart to mourn you. As for Kevin, the tears
are painful, the memories heart braking and the realization that he is no
longer with us, unaccepted!
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| RIP KEVIN. I LOVE YOU BROTHER |
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