THE STANDARD By
Nathan Ochunge |
January 1st 2021 at 12:30:50 GMT +0300
Until the 1940s, the Bukusu dumped bodies of the dead in forests, believing that animals only ate the carcases of the morally upright, ways that started fading when the need to stop communicable diseases set in. Woe onto you if you committed suicide as your body will be whipped until tears rolled down your cheeks.
The tell-tale signs are barely discernible. And when it happens, death hits family and friends like a thunderbolt.
Why didn’t we see it coming? Why did they do it? Why couldn’t we stop them? How could they do this to us? These questions rush through the minds of relatives and friends on losing a loved one.