User:Pomwenepawa

My favorite uncle who died like an animal

In a village called Ekoka in Okongo constituency in the Ohangwena reogin, triplets were born albinos in the year 1968.

At that time, alot of people in the community had a belief that if albinos are born, they should be burned and killed before they even make a day old. A strong beautiful lady called Hilaria Ndaoya (my grand mother), could not listen to such nonsense. So the day she gave birth, she didnt go back home but rather moved to another village far away, to save her little boys.

Years went by and all of them became succesfull. one became a pharmacy assistant, one works at a school in a village and the other one worked in Walvis Bay.

My favourite one was the one who worked at a schol. The day he died, I slept dead like I couldn't feel anything or hear anything. Just to wake up in the morning and found hundred texts saying my uncle was dead. How he died, now thats the sad part.

He was ran over 3 tymes by a Toyota raider. His head was split in pieces that we didnt look at his face on the burial day. Now when the man was asked how my uncle died, all he said was that he thought it was a box (if theres anyone in this world who looked like a box). It was disrespect.

God only knows what he has for this particuler murdere.