And then the million dollar question - How many dead?
The bigger the number, the higher up it goes on your docket.
One person. Hmmm….
Bodaboda rider…. Hmmm... Was probably some careless unlicensed chap.
Taxi speeding along Iganga-Tirinyi highway and several injured … another long hmmmmmm……
Masaka road, hmm…. . They always happen.
Member of Parliament escapes narrowly but car is written off - Okay, place somewhere in the first segment.
President’s convoy- let's be careful with the details.
Four teenagers perish on happy ride to school. Okay, let’s get on to that. Hurry!!
And then one day it involves a bus, a tractor, a cargo truck loaded with beer.
Did you say three vehicles? Eyewitnesses take videos and share them on WhatsApp groups. Glass and blood are everywhere. The numbers are conflicting but speculation is that they’re in the range of 35. School children involved.
Now these are numberrrrrrs! Story number one.
Police posts a statement confirming the incident and giving assurance of round the clock investigations.
In the taxi everyone is talking about the accident.
Bad roads are blamed. At some point it is the Police.
Others complain about unqualified, tired, overworked drivers.
But somewhere, someone is receiving a phone call. It is 10:52pm. The number belongs to a relative. A close relative. But when she answers, the voice is foreign. The information they receive is numbing. Because the voice is saying this phone belongs to their relative. That there’s been an accident. A bad bad accident. That they have called the last number this person called. The receiver wonders why the caller is telling her this? They are now speaking in a hurry. Then she hears the dreaded word. Dead. Afudde. And she wonders, “Who? Ani afudde?”.
The caller says he is somewhere on the Gulu highway. Then the line goes dead.
And the newsroom gets back to the grind. Story number one. Because these, THESE ARE numbers.
Rest in peace David.
Did you say three vehicles? Eyewitnesses take videos and share them on WhatsApp groups. Glass and blood are everywhere. The numbers are conflicting but speculation is that they’re in the range of 35. School children involved.
Now these are numberrrrrrs! Story number one.
Police posts a statement confirming the incident and giving assurance of round the clock investigations.
In the taxi everyone is talking about the accident.
Bad roads are blamed. At some point it is the Police.
Others complain about unqualified, tired, overworked drivers.
But somewhere, someone is receiving a phone call. It is 10:52pm. The number belongs to a relative. A close relative. But when she answers, the voice is foreign. The information they receive is numbing. Because the voice is saying this phone belongs to their relative. That there’s been an accident. A bad bad accident. That they have called the last number this person called. The receiver wonders why the caller is telling her this? They are now speaking in a hurry. Then she hears the dreaded word. Dead. Afudde. And she wonders, “Who? Ani afudde?”.
The caller says he is somewhere on the Gulu highway. Then the line goes dead.
And the newsroom gets back to the grind. Story number one. Because these, THESE ARE numbers.
Rest in peace David.
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