*Walks in SLOWLY*
Well, hello there!
*choosing to ignore the LONG hot minUte!
The other day ( not so long ago) life events got me to the industrial area police station!
I've always had a strained relationship with the guys in uniform. All my interactions with them always end up in premium tears or a bleeding bank account. There was one time I had to use all the theatrics skills I learned in primary school to get my self out of a situation!
Eeh! That act should have gotten an Emmy!Ahhh! That day, the cop drove me home! eeeh!!
Anyway... Back to today!
I packed enough patience, tears and even threw in good cheer!
We get to the station but, some else strikes: Behind the uniform, there are souls. Who Knew?
The station is their natural habitat!
I marvel at how they interact with each other, they are extremely friendly, they laugh, fist bump, share inside jokes. I see a hawker pass through the station with his shoes hanging from his shoulders and others in his hand. His confidence is astounding, it should be among the 7 wonders!.
None of the cops have their hats on. Maybe it is the hats that take over their souls and make them seemingly inhumane!
I knew we would be there for a while so I decided to take a tour!
I wish I did NOT!
I walked into what looked like a grave yard! Cars and motorbikes that have been involved in accidents! The motorbikes formed a small mountain! The cars were ripped like paper! And these were not JUST any cars, Machines!! German machines! beasts that had been brought down!
My feet froze!
The motorbikes took me back to the year I lost my uncle on his! Flashes of ALL the motorbike accidents I have seen just this year came flooding! I could almost feel all their Pain! I could hear the screams from the souls of the people who were in the cars! Each car or motorbike succinctly spoke its truth! I heard them ALL!
Guys! Please be careful on these our roads!