Brewed Fresh Daily

Last week I was flagged down while driving past what looked like a broken down machibombo (small bus). The bus had been emptied and the passengers gathered around it, spilling into the road. The only white man in the crowd approached us and explained that there�d been an accident, the bus had hit a young boy, he was unconscious but still alive. I got out and before I could walk 10 feet, a couple of guys were half carrying-half dragging the limp child to my car. We opened the back, I tried to make a flat surface big enough for him to lie down, and we raced off to the nearest hospital, about an hour�s drive away. Once I had time to assess him, my heart sank. He had a pulse and was breathing, but he was completely unresponsive and his pupils were fixed and constricted. There was no flicker of life left in his motionless eyes, only his hands twitched occasionally with involuntary posturing. Outwardly, he had a small laceration on the right side of his scalp, but otherwise looked completely unscathed. We are fragile creatures...