Embracing modernity blindly, I feel, robbed us of the sense of community that once upon a time characterised our lives.
Now, we lock ourselves behind the stone walls of our homes and only emerge to go to work or run errands.
A few weeks ago, I read one of the most heart-wrenching stories I have come across in a long time. It was about a university student, I don’t recall from which university, who was found dead in the house she had rented off campus. According to police, it seemed as if she had been dead for a week.
The young woman, I read, had been reported missing a few days before she was discovered on her bed, lifeless. Reacting to that story, there are those who pointed out that when a person is reported missing, the first logical place to check is where that person lives, especially if the said person lived alone, so why wasn’t she discovered earlier?
