This morning, while walking out of Junction Mall, I met death the first thing. A Boda Boda rider was killed by a motor vehicle driver. I keenly looked at the lifeless body of the guy lying, blood profusely coming out of his ears, his mouth wide open; dead, gone and departed. The first thing I thought of, is his family; His kids, his wife and his parents if he happens to have one. This guy might have just wished his family bye and walked out to make a living for them promising to come back in the evening, but death proved him wrong. I almost cried remembering his family, the people he just left an hour or so ago, will be receiving his corpse instead of the human that left them in the morning.

I then contemplated my death which I am...