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v2 June 2006
Short of audibly relieving the pressure of a lunch heavy on beans, nothing can paralyze conversation like mentioning the word Death.
Smiles, plastic and otherwise freeze. Loud voices taper off into loud silences. Heads turn towards the person who uttered the sacrilegious word.
Death.
To most people, death is something that happens to other people. 99.99% you participate in the event of death as an observer. It is just once that you participate as the actual deceased.
Generally you will receive news over the phone of that fool James who after acquainting himself well with two gentlemen , one known as Jack Daniels and the other Johnny Walker, proceeded to drive himself home, and while on the highway noticed with amazement that Raila Odinga had indeed done his bypasses after all and Uhuru Highway was not a 3 lane highway but a 12 way highway.
Naturally being of the adventurous kind, James elected to take the outermost of the new lanes and five hours later the combined efforts of the police, firemen, the army, industrial grease and an assortment of levers they are able to unwrap James’ car from the lamppost it had so warmly embraced and unwrap James from the innards of his car and assemble his bits and pieces for transport to the mortuary.