Letter to the matatu driver who destroyed my life

The young PhD holder was walking along a Nairobi Road from one of those little gigs where intellectuals gather to pontificate about how to save a world that long gave up on itself. Then a matatu tore out of the blue, smashed into her, shattered her bones and life, almost killed her. The driver ran.

So horrific were her injuries that her father, an elderly African man, wept. Her orthopedic surgeon, a veteran with over 40 years experience, later whispered that he had feared for her life. And in a touching sense of humanity, two traffic police officers who rescued her from the scene visited her in hospital and gave her Sh2,000. “Buy something,” one of them mumbled.