A truck lay on its side across the road. Massive chunks of watermelon that had been on board now lay scattered across the floor.People from all directions hurried towards the scene, each one keen on analyzing the extent of the damage done and pass their verdict. No one in particular seemed moved by what had happened . A few feet from the overturned truck a small crowd had gathered. As I encroached, the bloody sight came into my view. The truck driver lay on his back, drenched in blood. His wounds were all exposed. Massive pieces of his flesh were missing. He kept saying something in an unfamiliar language. It sounded like a prayer.
I was witness to this site when I was 11 years old. To this day it has to be the most gruesome sight I have ever encountered. I was overwhelmed by the sight and the general reaction of people to it. People were more concerned about the economic impact of it more than anything else.
“Give me one more chance.”, as I later learned was what the driver was saying. What made him say it? Didn’t he want his pain and suffering to end? From what I could deduce from the scene, he would never make a full recovery(if he survived) then why did he still want to live? What makes man fear death so much? Is it the sudden realization that it is the end of the road(no afterlife) or the grief of not having done certain things in life? Whatever the answer to that, I don’t know but when time come I hope I have them.