Mar 16 2009
A Close Shave
Bedford was a ruthless man. He was known in political circles for imposing his own ideology wherever opportunities arose. He had no political or academic credentials of note, yet he was greatly feared. But others quietly talked about the long hand, a hand of powerful force, that shielded him and used him to perform deadly acts. Bedford was a powerful political weapon that caused mayhem and discord as well as instilling fear. He seemed to enjoy it, and knew well that he was fully protected, not fearing arrest nor any other form of danger. But the bitterness among the people was growing. Others were close to taking the law into their own hands. Fear of the unknown hovered above their heads. However, they say that everything must come to an end, and so it proved. That day, as Bedford drove his car, he met his fate at an intersection. A T3 track hit his car with such a heavy impact that it was forced on to its roof. In no time, a crowd gathered. “Pull him out, he’s still alive”, shouted one man. “He looks dead”, said another from the crowd. Bedford was pulled on to the tarmac bleeding heavily. Out came a faint voice, “Hold me gently, comrades, my back is finished”. A sharp piece of metal had pierced his backbone breaking his spinal cord and rendering him partially paralysed. Luckily for him, it was a close shave with death, for this cruel man would never walk again
