Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift

A few days ago as I and my two colleagues drove to Westlands during the rush hour to an evening class, we almost hit a pedestrian. The man stood on our way unperturbed, for a moment we thought the smartly dressed guy who held a blue folder on one hand was maybe deaf and blind.

We hooted but he stood still in the middle of our lane. As we maneuvered to move to the next lane, another pedestrian grabbed his hand pulling him out of the way. He quickly got back to his senses and tried to apologise to us and other angry motorists who had already started getting impatient.