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    The image came before my mind's eye intermittently throughout the day; unbidden.
    Jolted perhaps by the crowd ahead, my mind was filled with all the sense of evil foreboding as we neared the scene.
    It could have been taken that he was a drunkard who had passed out on the road, curled as he was in a near foetal position,were it not that his arms were askew and the body had gone rigid.
    My assumption and the fears of my fellow passengers were confirmed when the sight of the split skull with red stream of blood issuing from it presented itself: The Man was Dead.
    Aye! and it must have been in a gruesomely manner too.
    I still do not know how I would have dealt with it, but I am thankful that I was spared the sight; the face of the dead and the tale of horror the eyes would convey if it were still open.
    Reflecting now, it was indeed a chilly reminder of our mortality on a cold morning.
    Oblivious that a soul had departed for the halls of Hades that very morn, another "okada" rider was swerving through lines of vehicles metres away from the ghastly scene; evidently unmindful of the mortal risk a wrong turn of his "machine" or a casual turn of a steering wheel presented him.
    And nowhere is the ephemeral nature of man's life more vivid than in death. The man, whoever and whatever he maybe, surely had his hopes,goals and aspirations when he left his home,never to return.
    And nowhere is the fleeting nature of man's station more evident than in death. Whether it was by a collision of two motorcycles or a hit and run, his death may very well have turned some young innocent children in to orphans and a woman, whose cheeks would soon be lacerated by tears at the news, from wife to widow.
    And everywhere else I was and turned to afterwards, the hustle and bustle of life continued; dream chasers and goalgetters were up and about; completely unaware. It was just another tragedy in a ceaseless stream of plenty.
    Perhaps, the unawareness is because he is not a maitama, for "when beggars die,there are no comets seen,but the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of " maitamas".
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