I see. Obviously, you understand better what you're experiencing. I'm well aware witches and wizards are actively practising the 'dark arts'. Even in England there are some who diligently do these things, not to mention the famous Harry Potter. He's a fictitious character who represents a real and growing religion (as they call it). But we need to be careful not to be slaves of fear. After all, no one is going to leave this world without tasting death. In short what I'm saying is, sooner or later every single one of us will reach the end of our journey. It is therefore an exercise in futility to invest time and resources in trying to avert what is predestined to happen anyway. I am not suggesting for a moment that we should wait for the day in calm indolence or yet hasten its arrival. God forbid!
I too have a lot of unanswered questions, concerning the tragedy we suffered last year. It's not so much how they died but why they both ended up in the same vehicle and why they met the same fate in the same hour, when they each started their day totally independently of each other; without (presumably) any indication that they would come together that dark Thursday. The people who can accurately supply the answers to these questions are sadly beyond our reach. The only other person, perhaps, is God Himself. I would like to make it absolutely clear, as I have on numerous occasions, that our loved ones lost their lives because of a reckless driver. He was purportedly rushing for a football march – Zambia versus Gabon. Humanly speaking, they would still be alive today, if it wasn't for Douglas Haadinke. They’d have lived to die another day.
Sunday, 14th August 2011 @ 14:00hrs
PS: The message above was a response to a passionate letter from a relative who has been looking for answers to some hard questions. In hindsight, it is apparent what a mammoth vacuum was created by ‘the dark day’. It only seems to be ever widening with the passage of time. I think what has made matters worse, is information that filtered through during and in the aftermath of the funeral. It was said the driver had been on a suicide mission for a long time. Those who were personally acquainted with him are well placed to refute or confirm this allegation. On my part, perhaps as a way of seeking closure (though I have to say it was rather illusory); I went out to the scene of the accident to investigate.
What I discovered, which is all recorded on video, both upset and shocked me. Parts from the vehicle were strewn over a distance of roughly hundred meters, a clear testimony that the land cruiser was pushed to the limits. The wreck itself bore irrefutable evidence of a high speed impact. There’s no doubt in my mind that they were travelling at a tremendous velocity. I’m sure the police record bears it all out. Moreover, (according to the testimony of the survivor) Douglas ignored the pleas of the women to slow down. What followed was a bone-chilling statement from mother and aunt: “maumi esu twabika mumanza ako.” Which translates to, “we place our lives in your hands.”
Notwithstanding, it’s rather too late to correct the situation. Let this missive simply serve as a warning to others who might be treading the same path. There’s nothing worth hastening for – especially when you’re responsible for the safety of others. To those who defy death, it’s only a matter of time before Hades claims your lifeless form. Besides, I’ve had a burden on my heart for months to give a brief and sincere account of the events on that fateful day. Haadinke never got to watch the said match. Most deplorably, he claimed along with himself, the lives of the innocent.
“And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”