November 17, 2020

“I remember when I was twenty-one, people used to be good to each other, whenever there was a convoy following someone deceased, people used to follow it and help the family. I was very affected by that and I used to follow them as well, I even helped digging the graves, I was known as the Gravedigger. Whenever there was a deceased person, they had me in mind for the grave digging because I was doing it as a volunteer so they used to ask me to help out. I know exactly how it feels to lose someone, so I usually tell them to leave the digging to me. I admit that it’s a very hard work, and when I turned fifty, I needed a surgery in my hand because it was badly damaged due to the digging. However, this didn’t stop me, so I hired a couple of people, and after 8 years I was able to collect money to buy a machine to dig the graves. Best thing in my life is that I go to bed every night with a clear conscience. I am sure people are praying for me because of the work I do.”