Now back to Friday Night…I saw three things that I immediately told myself I would write about. When I was in Primary School, when we got to class in the morning, in turns, we’d go..news news…and the class would answer, yes news? insert laugh. What does yes news even mean? so…yes news? Then you’d say, when I was coming to school, I saw a ……..(Fill in whatever it is you’d seen that morning)
News News…..When I was driving home Friday night I saw three things.
I drove on an extremely clear road, well, because of the time it was. A car sped past me and I mean really fast and I thought…okay is that necessary? Right after, a police patrol truck drove by me even faster than my friend ahead. It had no siren. No LED lights. I thought that was a bit irresponsible because if they are moving at that speed, at least warn whoever might be on the road to get out of your way? I watched the police truck approach the other car and then drive right infront of it and pulling it over. I figured he must have done something hence the really fast driving he did by me a few minutes earlier. I drove past them parked by the road. Didn’t get to know what the matter was. I wasn’t interested, anyway.
11:30pm and there was the mother of all traffic jams on the road! Like where in the world were people going or coming from? Then again, I was later told that this is normal for Friday late night…..I wouldn’t know. On a normal Friday night I’d be on phase three of my dreams at that time.
I saw Kifeesi.
During the traffic, cars literally bumper to bumper at now close-to-midnight, a group of people swarmed the road. I wondered where they were coming from but stopped my thoughts half way asking myself, where are YOU coming from, Jem? Pot Kettle.
They walked down the road, some crossing, looked like they’d been at a gathering that had just ended. I noticed this one girl walking in the crowd but by herself. Then two guys came walking behind her, talking to each other, it looked normal, and I was actually enjoying the distraction from the unbelievable traffic. Within seconds the two guys were now at either side of the girl, threw their arms over her shoulders and it really looked friendly. Something someone you know would probably do when they meet you on the street. However, it wasn’t. Shortly after, she started screaming. I’m certain everyone must have been as confused as I was because the whole process looked normal upto that part. She screamed, people heard, stopped walking turned to her and then noticed she was being robbed. A few men tried to scare off / get the two guys but they quickly run across the road an into the dark in a nearby valley. I could not believe all this had unfolded right infront of my eyes. Naked eyes they say?
It was scary! I thought about the girl after, was she hurt? Did they take anything? How old was she? Did her people know where she was? Was she going home? All these things kept running through my mind. Then the two guys…..were they high on something? Is this their pastime for every night? Did they find another unsuspecting victim later? How old are they? What’s their story? Why did they choose this path? Is it satisfying?
Then the time lag(s) between reactions as everything unfolded.
- The girl….there were a couple of seconds between the arms throwing on her shoulders and her scream. I totally got that. If someone threw their hand around my shoulder, first reaction wouldn’t be a scream, it’d be me turning around, then probably realising I don’t know the person, sensing danger and screaming. This is probably what happened with the girl.
- The rest of the crowd…..still, a couple of seconds passed before someone actually moving in and trying to intervene. It was not instant. Were people trying to understand what was going on? Did this buy the culprits some more time?
- The two guys…..Even as she screamed and people moved in, they didn’t flee immediately. Are they not afraid? Is this a regular activity for them that they’ve mastered it and know exactly when to run?
I was shaken really. This can happen to anybody. The two guys were not obvious at all. I would definitely be caught off-guard and I’m sure so many other people would too. If they can do this in a crowd, what happens in isolated places? What would have been this girl’s fate had she been walking somewhere else…with no people?
Thing Three is what stayed on my mind….and the reason for the first line of this post.
Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn. – Robert Burns _ 1784