July 10th, 2012
So life is Swaziland isn’t the safest of existences; there
are some days I am surprised I made it through alive. Between faulty electric everything, non-existent driving
regularities, and of course the basic sanitation of the food and water
consumed, there is a chance that any or all encounters could be potentially
dangerous.
Today I was standing waiting for transport home and reflecting on my
possibly detrimental experiences I had just that day. Experiences that included one very fast (130km/hr =
80mi/hr), over capacity, khumbie ride without seat belts and with the usual
illegal passing while going up-hill around a bend, a free ride through my
community courtesy of the local ambulance while it was en route bringing a
patient to the hospital (who knows what I picked up in there), and just
maneuvering in the bus rank (bus depot) where I think I almost got hit like
three times. So as I stepped out
from under the electrical wires at my stesh (bus stop), just in case they fall
(with good reason – I’ve seen it happen), I watch as a lorry approaches
overflowing with wood poles. The
crew of five who I’m sure spent hours gathering the poles where insecurely
seated and standing atop the pile in the back of the truck. I’m very desensitized to the lack
safety precautions here but I couldn’t help but think “man that’s not really
safe.” The lorry slowed and turned
down the dirt road. As I watched
it turn expecting a pole or a person to perhaps roll off I see that amongst the
poles sticking out the back end there is a red baseball camp tied to one of
them. I just giggled. Of all the safety precautions to take
it was the “large load” red flag that made the cut. Someone paid attention during Driver’s ed.!!! Now if only they had been on time, they
could have learned about these great things called seatbelts!
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