THE DEATH SCENE

Saw a dead body today, probably a hit-and-run accident. It was of a keke driver, the tricycle was upturned and the body lay twisted on the cold muddy floor.

Bystanders gathered around, many probably not knowing what to do, while some indulged in gory details of similar events they had witnessed.

Coincidentally, I was also in a tricycle, Blissfully unaware before we happened on that scene. Goosebumps and a cold shiver went through my spine, not because of the rain drizzling down, but the remainder of my mortality as death whispered against the skin of my back.

With murmured prayers on my tongue, I wondered if he left someone behind as my keke driver drove past the scene. Someone who would at least keep the memory of him alive.

For truly, that is what life is; a kaleidoscope of the memories of those who left us, and the reminiscing of those we will also leave behind. It is a quagmire of both the good and the bad.

Why am I writing such a grim first post? 😐

I need to be reminded of the futility of life and death.

To enjoy life while also doing my very best, To live and to leave.