He drives home from a business meeting. Glad that office hours are over and he can go home to his family. He smiles at the thought of his beautiful family. The other day his daughter said her first words. It happened when his wife was cooking , his mother was playing with her, when she called him, papa. He is happy. He is eager to reach home,but he never does. News of his assassination are never heard of. why would they broadcast it?
His killers will never be brought to book. He had a family, Friends, he had a good heart. Always doing good. But he was forced to his end.
She was late for work but it was still very early in the morning.She was sad, her son was sick and he missed her alot. she hardly had time for him, she never knew that was her last morning with him. She was raped and killed on her way to work. I cried when i heard what had happened to her, not that i knew her but sad, right? Her son was only eight years old.
What drives one to end the life of another human being? where does the courage come from? Every evening i watch two very beautiful birds, the mother bird feeds the baby bird and close together they keep each other warm, even them know how to care for each other.
What is becoming of us, the human race. Everyday we hear of murder and almost nothing is done. We talk about it when it concerns us. If it don’t happen to people around us why would we talk about it? Right? We forget that someday it might be us. It might be people we care about. Think about it.
Everyday we hear of how strong words are. How powerful words are yet we don’t speak them. A word from each can change what we are becoming and make it better.Little talks about corruption, tribalism,individualism, murder, poverty,power,togetherness, love,peace, among others can bring change to few individuals who have no fear of the future, who don’t care for the tomorrow people, their own children, who only think of themselves and how to fatten their already fat purses.It gets me wondering,don’t they have the fear of God?
Who am i kidding? If people in power dares talk and no one listens who am i or should i rather say, who are we, we that don’t have an audience? we, who go as far as to think of a change and do nothing about it?What choice do we have than to just pray for a better tomorrow, pray that out there someone else is working for a change as hard as we are thinking about it.
As i write a R.I.P message for him and her just to console their families who may never get justice, i can’t help but wonder how their killers will sleep at night, Will they celebrate and tell themselves that they did well? Which shoes should i fit in to understand how there can be so good people and bad people at the same time? I may never understand but this i know, there is a reward for good and evil and I hope that love and truth are
stronger in the end than any evil or
misfortune in the world.