We visited my late uncle and late cousin’s tombs when we were in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe. My mother and I had not managed to go for their funerals so we took the opportunity to ‘visit’ the deceased. We started with my uncle’s and all went well and we walked over to my late cousin’s grave. The first thing we noticed was the cracked tomb cover (OK, I don’t know what you call the part of the grave that covers the casket – not the tombstone itself). I will just call it the “cover”. Our relatives informed us that there are now thieves who go around stealing tomb covers, grind off the words and resell to other mourners. Can you imagine?!! Apparently the cover is only placed on the tombstone and not glued or secured in any way. The robbers just slide the cover off and make off with it.
My cousin’s tomb cover had been partially slid off but it seems one of the robbers dropped, cracked it and was just left like that. We tried to push it back into place and in the process my finger was hit by the cover while one of my aunties’ thumb was almost crushed. My fingernail had a black mark while my aunt’s thumb was swollen quite badly. The ransacking of the graveyard made me sad. How hungry or desperate is one that they can stoop so low?
Ouch, my poor finger. Of course, it healed very quickly but it was a sad reminder of how our world is turning out.
PS/.. Please, please, don’t dwell on my unkempt nails. I was on a working farm people! OK, I didn’t go into the field but I spent most of my time on a farm all the same. 🙂