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Road carnage is surely gonna kill us all

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Thursday morning-and the news bulletin is on.I cock my ears disdainfully to listen to another ridiculous version of what has become of our political punditry.
The news anchor rummages about the news he's got to read.
He begins..."41 people people have been reported dead in a grisly road accident that involved a bus that veered off the road and reeled into a terrain steep"..I hold my breath 

The malady that is grisly road accidents came calling again.
Thursday at dawn, inside a ‘city to city’ as was the name of the ill-fated killer bus, found most passengers in the middle of their long siestas. Little did they know it would be their last time they’d sleep, wake up in the morning and go about their daily chores.
The rogue driver had the bus veered off the road into an alley in the jungle of voluptuous and vast savannah, killing 41 people and left a horde others for the dead. You should have seen how explicitly the terrain converted the bus into a miniature machine that could be set off by a mule .The news captured an appalling state of passengers excruciating in pain as cameras rummaged past the remnants of the commuter bus. The passengers that survived were deeply afflicted by cuts and injuries.
Ntulele, as is the place where the deadly vertigo happened was abuzz of activities; police officers as is their norm jumped into action, manoeuvring about when apparently  it was late enough, feted dignitaries from the county government drove in sleekly to give solace to the bereaved and those whose relatives were casualties admitted at the Kenyatta and Narok hospitals  and stunned onlookers milled at each other at the ghastly scene.
Then there was the paradox only God can explain. The bus driver survived the ordeal unscathed and scampered away to safety, where he presumed the long arm would never catch up on him.
Elsewhere, Kenyans across the social divide empathized with those whose relatives had fallen victims of circumstances. They cursed the driver so reckless to damnation. In any case, he will not survive the toll of guilt weighing so heavily on him. Eventually, he will give himself in.
And there was this Kamau guy who happens to be the transport cabinet secretary who slithered into the news because of his brashness-it resembled that of a novice. Suggesting that night travels be banned ain’t a solution to the road carnage that’s been on the rise in the recent weeks. In fact, everybody laughed off that idea.
Since then, the traffic commandant has tried to shrug off the indolence that’s bequeathed our traffic police. Their ineptitude has cost the lives of many. Yeah. Perchance, that accident wouldn’t have happened if the bus had been impounded at first stop because it was verified that it didn’t have a TLB.
Seemingly, I might not be the only one who’s amassed such rancor towards a force that’s failed in its mandate. On the other side of the grille, the world over, police about traffic are diligently doing their work and strictly adhering to some ethical codes. Here, they are warped-demanding for bribes as though they are vanquished. Should you hesitate, they suddenly turn into regimen and cosset you all they can without apparent logic.
There’s a semblance and renaissance of tranquility on our roads but I hold my breath still. We’ll have to be macho otherwise we will not palliate the malady any time soon. At this rate, road carnage is surely gonna kill us all

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