Its a chilly morning on the lakeside city of Kisumu birds chirp as they usher in the second day of the month of love.
Personally am a fan of romance and just the sight of people holding their hands across the streets brings a joy to my heart.I mean what is there to hate , love is beautifull and february is the month of love.Well i dont wana talk about love today perhaps on valentine day.
Unlike other days, today i woke up rather earlier than usual and boarded a matatu to town to meet up with my friend Reuben alias 'professor Obuolo the mushroom'.we are supposed to attend a youth town meeting at Oile park .
Well if you know me well , i am never a fan of long meetings or formality to be precise but who would miss a meeting with allowance??...anyone can do anything with just the right motivation.right?
I was the first one to arrive at the park and so i decided to sit on one of those 'frustration' benches put on my headphones and listened to some jam from Khaligraph Jones while i watched the flow of vehicle coming and leaving town.
As i continue to look on, a fuel tanker is approaching the traffic island while a street boy intends to cross the road.
The young boy having walked half way across the road realises that the oncoming tanker is almost there and he is not going to make it , so he rans back to the direction he came from but just before he makes it to the other side,he gets ran over .
The women yells and shouts at the driver as he stops the vehicle realising that he has just ended a life.
The street boy alias 'Soldier' doesnt move to show any sign of being alive as he is being rushed to the nearby hospital...maaanh!!.how short is life??
One minute you can be alive and the next minute your family will be mourning of your demise.lets appreciate life and lets not take anything for granted.
The simple things matters.
Today it was the unlucky street boy but tommorow it might be someone you know.lets be careful always and be thankfull to the most high.
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