Three months ago, an accident claimed 4 people from my neighbourhood.One of them was like a brother to me, someone we had grown together with. Despite being at the morgue to identify the bodies, I still don’t believe he died, it is still like a dream and I keep waiting for him to show up sometime.

The denial is strong. I wrote about it here: http://www.frankmwenda.com/2015/07/fare-thee-well-mfa.html

Death is an enemy.