hello people, Sorry this blog has been non functional for a while. i decided last year to open up another blog on netlog.com where all the info for this blog has been going. due to the invisibility of both this blog and that (http://en.netlog.com/loonyvirg/blog), i also decided to open up another blog on blogger.com called 'Life, love and Anything goes'. please check out all recent posts from me from there (http://annesievoadje.blogspot.com/) henceforth. thank you for your patience and understanding.

HAPPENSTANCE - A TRUE STORY

I stretch on my bed and peep at the sky, my mind fills up all the blanks sleep erased. I wrestle with myself but after a while I wonder, ‘what the heck?’ especially when the world is waiting for me. I take a bath put on my make-up and work clothes then head out the door with my laptop bag and flag down the next available bus headed in my direction. As I gaze out the window my thoughts are drawn back to reality as I see a small crowd gathered around an accident scene. It seemed a trailer ran into a bungalow; hard to say what the outcome will be. I’m momentarily curious as to what happened but as soon as my bus passes, so also the imaginary pictures of what could have happened fades away. I go to work, do my job and then return en-route to my home. Once again I see the scene but this time I hear the story.“Ehen… see the accident I told you happened. I heard it killed a family” a lady in the bus said to her friend sitting beside her.“Yes oh! I hear it happened at 7am this morning” another woman replied.“Eh, they say the father was a tailor who was in his shop in front of their home sewing when it happened”, the conductor responded while everyone strained their neck to see the scene as the bus drove by.“So he was the first to die?” the lady asked.“Yes o! Hmm. The wife and two small children were inside the house when the trailer broke the walls and ran over them. The tire of the trailer was still on the 3year old child when people came to rescue the family and found them dead.” The woman replied.“Jesus!! What of the driver?” asked another woman whose two children sat on ‘attachment’ near the conductor.“They said he fled the scene before people knew what happened.” the conductor continued.“I’m sure enraged mob would have killed him” the man said.“He deserves to die for such an atrocity,” the man in the front seat said vexed.“This is really a tragedy!”

I listened quietly in shock and felt great remorse for the relatives of the victims. I dropped off and said a short prayer under my breath, appreciating God for his protection day in and out. I share the story with a couple of friends. One said the family shouldn’t have built their house close to the road. That kind of made sense and my pity for them was replaced with judgmental reasoning not that I thought they deserved it. I played the blame game and prayed at night for the protection of my loved ones. The next morning I woke up, stretched on my bed, tugged at the sheets as daylight streamed through the curtains. I got up took my bathe and headed for work dressed for another new day. As the bus approached the scene of the accident with the abandoned truck still in the broken down walls of the house that was once a home; I am quickly jolted to yesterday as I consider how commonplace death has become. The tragedy of yesterday has become part of the past for those unaffected and compassion has ceased to exist in their world. Empty words of sympathy were all they were yesterday and this morning someone was going to have to face the reality of this nightmare. This thought has lingered in my mind every time I pass that scene but yet every morning I wake up. I forget yesterday because it is still a brand new day.