Of Human Zoos, a bundle of questions and no answers
Sunday 18 November 2013
Today I have witnessed an accident. I know it’s not
something new, there are many accidents happening every day in our Capital. It
has become the order of the day, a topic on our everyday conversations. As I
was driving home from town in the evening, man on a motorcycle was disturbed by
a commuter omnibus and he lost control of his motorcycle. It threw him on the
ground as it skated on the road leaving a line of sparks.
Although the accident was horrific, it is not the accident
itself that has driven me to write. It is the reaction of the people. Normally,
after an accident, people are left with the images of the accident survivors.
However, what I still see as residue of the scene in my mind is the faces of
the people who passed by, drivers piping through their windows, passengers
hissing, pedestrians saying shame but still walking away. Only two people
attended to the man, a young person who had seen the accident right in front of
him (I forgot to ask his name) and me. Well my presence was merely decorative
as this young person was completely in charge.
The bystander phenomenon is common in urban setups yet it
troubles me beyond reason every time I experience it. How can people pass by
when something bad is happening to someone? It’s not that they don’t feel the
emotional pain, I could hear some saying words like shame, oh my God, maihwee
kani, which showed that they could relate to the scene beyond physical. Yet
they could not stop. Have we become so egocentric? Have we completely lost the
sense of companionship?
The man needed to be taken to hospital quickly. Although he
had lots of bruises and very few deep cuts, we felt he might have been injured
internally. I was not prepared to do so myself and looked to my other unknown
colleague for assistance. I thought of the parable of the Good Samaritan as I
questioned myself on how far I should go. With that notion, I would like to
think of all the cars and omnibuses that passed by. There were Christians in
there and members of other religions. There is no religion in Zimbabwe that
does not preach about love, justice, service and of being good to another
person. Where do these values go when people step out of the Cathedrals,
Churches and Shrines?
Few weeks ago, I heard an account of a woman who gave birth
alone at Harare Hospital. Nurses were there but could not respond to her call
for help. When they were approached for an explanation, they said women call
very often when they are in labour so we thought it was a normal cry and we had
checked on her several times before with her centimeters moving slowly. So we
were tired. Can we say that we are now
so accustomed to pain and suffering that it has become normal? That we have
given help to many people in numerous occasions and we have become so tired to
help? I wish I had answers to these questions. If I was better as a person
perhaps I would have given some insights. I sometimes pass-by too just like the
motorists. However, it is sad to notice how we have become more like animals
and our cities like the human zoos.
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