12/12/2025
Something wrong in the air
By Luyando Lubandha Hamweendo
There is something that feels wrong in the air. Heavy. Dark. Unsettling. People are dying in ways that make the soul tremble.. The kind of deaths and tragedies that makes you stop mid-sentence and ask, “But how?”
Just this week, a pharmacist… a man who spent years fighting cancer for others… dispensing hope in small pills died from the same disease he stood against every day.
Tell me, how does someone who knows every symptom, every early sign, every drug, every red flag, still get swallowed by the exact monster they were trained to defeat?
And he’s not the only one. I have seen doctors and nurses collapse from heart attacks surrounded by ECG and bp machines and all the equipment we think should save us.
Just this week, a woman collapsed in hospital grounds after running a marathon the previous day. Isn't exercise supposed to protect us from such deaths?
Then a child dies trying to rescue her mother from electrocution, from the very electricity they paid for.
It’s almost like life is mocking the lessons we grew up learning.
We were raised to believe that knowledge protects, that caution guarantees safety, that being a "good person" counts for something. But suddenly the world feels ruleless and ruthless. It is as if death has stopped checking CVs, ages, kindness levels, qualifications, prayer lives or morality. As if tragedy is choosing names the way rain chooses roofs. Very randomly, unfairly, unapologetically.
It's a painful reminder that perhaps knowing and avoiding danger doesn't guarantee safety. That life has No formulas. No VIP seats. No profession immunity. No recommended level of intelligence to bargain against failure, heartbreak and mortality.
And that’s the part that hurts the most, that we can do everything “right” and still lose the people we love… still fail.. still lose battles we thought we understood.
What do you do when a bp machine can’t save a man who diagnosed hypertension for twenty years? What do you do with the fact that being careful does not guarantee survival? That knowledge is useless sometimes when it matters most?
It is quite a devastating truth. We are all walking on borrowed breath. Borrowed time. Borrowed grace. Borrowed success.
The truth is, we are more fragile than we pretend. More breakable than we think. More dependent on God than we will ever admit.
Knowing that, maybe its time to wake up.
To stop living like tomorrow is guaranteed. To stop assuming we have time to love later, forgive later, fix things later, to change later. To stop believing tragedy only happens “to other people and we are safe because we prepared.”
Because the world is reminding us, painfully and repeatedly so that the line between LIVING and LEAVING is thinner than we think.
So check your heart. Check your relationships. Stop postponing love. Check your soul. Wake up from the illusion that life waits for you and tomorrow is guaranteed.
Because knowledge may fail you… but love won't. Gratitude won’t. Humility won’t. Living with intention won’t.
And God, he is the only safety we have left in a world where even the wise die confused and the prepared die unprepared.
