The man at the traffic lights
Life is about the people we meet, randomly placed next to your seat. For every soul carries a lesson or spark, some bring the light, others walk in the dark. But each one reminds us [that] we’re not on our own, in this beautiful world we call our unknown. (Christina de Vries, edited)
“Fare thee well Bernardus Van Wyk”.
Joshua Razikua Kaumbi
Life is about the people we meet, randomly placed next to your seat. For every soul carries a lesson or spark, some bring the light, others walk in the dark. But each one reminds us [that] we’re not on our own, in this beautiful world we call our unknown. (Christina de Vries, edited)
On Wednesday morning, en route to work I noticed that the corner of Thuringer Hof Hotel was empty. Before I could make sense of it, my mind was swept away by the fast-paced rhythm of our capital, until the news came that evening. He left the same way he has entered our lives – without notice.
For many years, he was a familiar face at the corner of the traffic lights, someone I would see whilst driving every day. Dressed neatly, always calm and composed.
