Months ago news about window cleaners crashing to their death from the 15th floor made the headlines.
This happened just in front of our building. My friends and guards downstairs told me how the cleaners waited hours in the heat for rescue then after crashing to the ground, screamed and moaned to their death. A lot of people were watching but only ”authorized” personnel were allowed to do the deliverance.
In this country, helping is done at your own risk. People will always wait for the police to do any rescue lest they get blamed for making things worse.
A taxi driver once told me of an accident he witnessed. 3 school children were hit by a car and bystanders watched the little bodies twitching and moving while lying in the road. He said he wanted so bad to help but was scared that if he did, it would backfire on him.
It’s a sad reality.
One morning, as I stepped out of our building on my way to work, I saw people with their heads up looking at something. I followed their gaze and it took me a lot of squinting to see what the fuss was all about.
At that moment, I wanted to become an invisible superman and fly to their rescue.
I slowly walked away knowing I had no power to save these men’s lives. I just whispered a prayer that God would hold the cables until the police arrives.
I also prayed that if something bad happens to me and I lay twitching, screaming and swimming in my own blood, somebody would risk their life and bring me to the hospital.
Dead or alive, I will thank them.