Seeds of Hope
Moses usually would go to the village every other week, but this time he decided to go back right after the last visit in order to deliver the vegetable seeds that the farmers had been waiting for. He never made it home.
When I got the news the next day, I couldn’t believe it. I called Naomi to see if Moses actually went to the village over the weekend. He never confirmed the trip with me so I was still hoping that it was a mistake. By then, his body was already getting ready to be shipped back to Arusha. Naomi said they covered up the incident so that his boss wouldn’t find out about his involvement in our project. I think Moses would have preferred it this way. His boss didn't believe in the project - Everyone except his boss. So all along we, Naomi, Jerome, Sebastian, Joyce and I, conspired to keep it a secret and cover for him whenever necessary. Several times I offered to talk to his boss about it, but he declined. He was a hard-working man and didn’t want his boss to think any less of him if he had found out that he was helping others on the weekends.
Moses fell off the motorcycle as he was leaving the village. There were no external injuries so he didn’t think much about it. He started to feel sick after he got back in the hotel. He tried to contact the local agriculture officer that we befriended with but couldn’t get hold of him until late at night. The closest hospital was 90 km away. It took hours to get there on the unpaved road and delayed the treatment. The doctor tried to operate on him but failed to save his life.
I asked Naomi to help make sure that his funeral is set up and the rescue expenses are paid for. We helped buy a piece of land for his burial.
On my way to see some friends, a guy stopped our bus in the middle of the intersection because the drive wouldn’t let him on. Through the front window, he seemed to challenge the driver to run over him. People here take life for granted because survival is easy and deaths are rare. I wish Moses was given that opportunity as I tried to hold back my tears.
This is a great loss for all of us, especially for the farmers. This probably means the end of our project as Moses is irreplaceable. It’s very hard to get anyone to work in the rural villages. If things had gone as planned, the farmers should have received the vegetable seeds from Moses during the final meeting. Although he is no longer with us, he had left the farmers with the hope for a better life and harvest giving them seeds and techniques that they would not have otherwise had.
Words cannot describe my regrets and sadness. I never thought the project could come to such a tragic end. I hope he is in a better place now, free of diseases and crooks who pick on him. I hope he is in a place where he finds peace and happiness – a place where he is in control of his own destiny.
I will always remember you.
When I got the news the next day, I couldn’t believe it. I called Naomi to see if Moses actually went to the village over the weekend. He never confirmed the trip with me so I was still hoping that it was a mistake. By then, his body was already getting ready to be shipped back to Arusha. Naomi said they covered up the incident so that his boss wouldn’t find out about his involvement in our project. I think Moses would have preferred it this way. His boss didn't believe in the project - Everyone except his boss. So all along we, Naomi, Jerome, Sebastian, Joyce and I, conspired to keep it a secret and cover for him whenever necessary. Several times I offered to talk to his boss about it, but he declined. He was a hard-working man and didn’t want his boss to think any less of him if he had found out that he was helping others on the weekends.
Moses fell off the motorcycle as he was leaving the village. There were no external injuries so he didn’t think much about it. He started to feel sick after he got back in the hotel. He tried to contact the local agriculture officer that we befriended with but couldn’t get hold of him until late at night. The closest hospital was 90 km away. It took hours to get there on the unpaved road and delayed the treatment. The doctor tried to operate on him but failed to save his life.
I asked Naomi to help make sure that his funeral is set up and the rescue expenses are paid for. We helped buy a piece of land for his burial.
On my way to see some friends, a guy stopped our bus in the middle of the intersection because the drive wouldn’t let him on. Through the front window, he seemed to challenge the driver to run over him. People here take life for granted because survival is easy and deaths are rare. I wish Moses was given that opportunity as I tried to hold back my tears.
This is a great loss for all of us, especially for the farmers. This probably means the end of our project as Moses is irreplaceable. It’s very hard to get anyone to work in the rural villages. If things had gone as planned, the farmers should have received the vegetable seeds from Moses during the final meeting. Although he is no longer with us, he had left the farmers with the hope for a better life and harvest giving them seeds and techniques that they would not have otherwise had.
Words cannot describe my regrets and sadness. I never thought the project could come to such a tragic end. I hope he is in a better place now, free of diseases and crooks who pick on him. I hope he is in a place where he finds peace and happiness – a place where he is in control of his own destiny.
I will always remember you.
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