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Something for Negro
Sometimes things happen and leave great effect in our lives but that particular thing that changes us doesn’t happen by accident though in most cases the loose of a loved one changes our lives and I would say that death is one experience that leaves us with negative imagination. I experienced the impact of death for the very first time when I was 13years old, seeing my lovely Dad lowered beneath the Earth changed my life, my imagination and perspective about death though as humans we are all compounded with so many other imaginations.
Imagine if there is no death
Imagine if there is no hatred
Imagine if there is no corruption
Imagine if there are no boarders
Imagine if everyone cares for one another
Imagine if there is no first class citizen
The people we meet in our lives sometimes changes us as humans and leaves tremendous effects in our lives and I have met so many people who in one way or the other changed me though some left me imagining what a world but among everyone I have met in my life was this great friend whom I named Negro. My friendship with Negro left great effect not only in our lives but in the lives of many others who saw how good a friend we were. I was in the country for a year contract and have lived two months in the particular neighborhood where the agency rented a house for me and that was where I met my dear friend.
Negro was a homeless street dog, he looked sick, rabbis stricken and his only means of survival was from the street garbage, he also was a subject of attack to other stronger and healthier dogs though no one cares for the street dogs and Negro in particular because of his health condition but i knew that he was not sick rather starvation was taking it’s tool on the poor dog so one day while relaxing and having a cool breeze in my balcony, Negro showed up right in front of my compound, sighting him touched me and that moved my spirit in a way I never imagined so I immediately went into my kitchen and organized some food for the poor creature.
What happened next touched me more because Negro laid right in front of the gate after eating and had a sound sleep of a life time then got up after couple of hours and it was time to go, he kept tangling his tail as he happily walked up the street until I lost sight of him but he showed up the next day at the same time (7pm) and I laughed when I sighted him then went into the kitchen and organized some food, the visit and feeding continued therefore it became my duty to always make sure that there was something for Negro and most of my friends knew about my newest friend who had also gained a space in my house, a descent home for the very first time of his life if he was not a runaway dog.
Negro had a remarkable bath after one week of our friendship and also began gaining weight, the rapid changes in him left so many people in the varsity confused at the german shepherd in my compound, he followed me around in the street and turned out to be a playful dog but his initial lack of care left him hopeless, vulnerable to attack and people’s misjudgments. Negro became a friend and my pet though I could not ascertain his actual age but he looked a year or thereabout. The ten months shared with Negro were sweet and his feeding, bathing and visits to the vet was like a great accomplishment to me so it did surprised everyone when it was time for me to travel back to my country and Negro’s future turned out to be my utmost priority though my worry was not that the time and all I invested would be waste but I could not imagine him been in the street or homeless once again but the fact that he was a big dog made it difficult for people to want him and there was no way I could travel with him.
“No, he can bite” said Miguel a close friend of mine.
But there was this lady, a nurse who even noted the very first day the poor dog came in front of my gate, she lived next to my house with her four years old son though we were not so friendly but I was forced to talk to her and she willingly agreed to take Negro in.
“My boy would love him” she said
“Imagine what you did for that poor dog”
“If people could love one another that way, there would be happiness in the world”
“Imagine if there are more dogs than men in this world”.
“I will take care of your Negro and would regularly visit the vet like you have been doing”.
I never knew that she saw everything but she did and my actions touched her so in appreciation to my kind gesture which changed her life because she was not a dog lover, Negro got a new home but the emotional thing happened the very day I was to travel, they say that dogs are intelligent animals and Negro proved to be a smart one because he chased the cab all the way as I was been driven to the airport, like he knew that I was not just going out as usual but was leaving and would not return. I had the driver stopped twice just to send Negro back as he chased and kept barking at the cab. It is now three years since I left Panama but who knows? Maybe one day I will have the opportunity to visit again and might see my dear Friend Negro but…
…Imagine all the people
…Imagine if we begin to care for each other
…Imagine if we begin to love one another
…Imagine if Negro was a human.