{UAH} THE LADY AT THE TREE!

My friend! You comment poorly about the dead as if your turn will not come, but when it does, those who heard you insulting other people's death will also be looking at your body or grave and asking "Now where are you?"

Just an hour ago a humble lady was selling sweats and biscuits under this very tree (Picture attached). She reportedly got up and wanted to go and get something, probably a proper snack for her kid. As she was crossing that junction up ahead, a car came from nowhere, lost control, and killed her, her toddler son, and another young unknown man who also happened to cross the road at the same time just a few metres from them. The people you see under the tree are in shock, discussing how she was alive at that very tree just an hour ago selling sweets and biscuits under it's shade, with her child playing around next to her.

Personally, I even bought some sweets from her last evening as I went for my evening walk around the corner. I always keep some treats for whenever kids come to see me, or if I see them playing nearby. So I have become abit popular with some of the children in my neighbourhood.

I had actually already bypassed her, then thought about this month of Ramadhan and her probable poverty, and deliberately turned back to buy some sweets from her. I decided to buy from this poor woman whom I thought needs the little money more than the owner of the big supermarket where I usually buy whatever I need. At least a gesture, no matter how small, during this Holy month of Ramadhan.

One thing for sure is that now that lady is gone. Her little boy as well. She is not the only one by the way. Many other people are dying at this very moment in many different ways elsewhere around the world. In fact in the news we are all seeing reports of so many Indians dying every minute because of Covid-19.

All the cremation going on in India right now made me suddenly realize why Indians are vegetarians and feel mysteriously disturbed whenever they smell the cooking of any meat anywhere else around the world. The smell must remind them of human cremation. Their dead!

They have so many deaths at the moment that the people at the hospitals have surely lost all sense of human emotion. You haven't even started mourning one, and another is dead, then another one five minutes later.

How can they even cope and still remain human?

In such instances the coping mechanism actually deletes all your emotions and people start handling the dead mechanically. Even the most caring nurse becomes like a robot just to get through. One looses a part of themselves in these crisis situations. Many then get Post traumatic stress disorder later, including nightmares at night.

Anyway I did't know the lady at the tree, or her name, though I suspect she was a Muslim as she always wore the hijab.

Police has taken the bodies. As usual you know where they dump them: Under the rear seats of the police patrol pickup truck, with the officers seated atop.

However I would like to ask police drivers, why drive in a hurry when you are taking a dead body? What is the emergency exactly?

I urge our good friend the IGP to issue one simple order to all policemen whether drivers or not, and in everything they do: SAFETY FIRST.

This driver took off so fast even before his team where properly seated behind the truck. Two officers almost flew off, therefore almost creating two more dead bodies or serious injuries for completely nothing.

Anyway getting back to the topic, remember this! My turn to go will come, and yours as well. And no matter how proud and arrogant one is about themself, you actually do not have the slightest clue when your turn will happen, or how bad you'll look when lying there dead for all to see. Though your soul will not feel any physical pain from death, it will face your life history and everything you've ever done, including feeling all the pain that you made others feel through your actions and words when you were alive.

Meanwhile as you can see in the picture, traffic went back to normal just 30 minutes later, a truck playing loud African dance music with product advertisements passed by as if nothing had just happened here, even the tree continued it's life.

So be humble my friend...and do not forget to thank God for every day you complete, and every morning you wake up alive!

Inalillahi Wa inallillahi raji'oun!

Hussein Lumumba Amin

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