We didn’t know what it was, whether it was
a train crashing. There were children, blood,
shoes, splattered all over the floor. Everyone
was crying and screaming. I felt so helpless.
A man walked past us, just covered in blood.
This can happen anywhere, at any time.
How can I explain any of this to a 14-year-old?
This is the world we live in now.
Even the police are bandits.
We have to face up to it.
A very horrible morning of death.
Kids were getting crushed.
I didn’t know what to do, where to go.
I didn’t have a phone.
I just kept screaming for Patty.
She needs to grieve.
Backpacks aren’t allowed.
Drinks are taken away from people.
But getting a car or knife is easy.
And it usually involves other people.
To make matters worse,
Senegalese have less and less money.
Everybody’s constantly looking
at the clock. The clock’s ticking,
the clock’s ticking. Got to go, man,
got to go! Otherwise you kind of
get trapped. Yeah, it’s the same
sun, but it’s different everywhere.
Nobody knows which way to go.
Keep on running, keep on running.
Howie Good, 2017