11 September, 2008

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5th March 2007, Monday
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While walking home from school, I notice an old lady on the side of the road, at the foot of the zebra cross. Genuinely and palpably troubled, she was looking at the vehicles passing by and so I decide to help her cross it. When we get to the other side, this old buruga-clad lady in dhiguhedhun, tells me about the incident when she'd been hit by one of them bikes before and hurt her back. She was scared everytime she'd to cross afterwards. Like all old people, she had a story to tell. Told me she was going home to her son. I smile, cross back again and come home 
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