Did the Roblot
Community let down one of its own? This haunting question echoes through the
pathways and concreted-roads of the upper part of Roblot, piercing through the
silence like a dagger of guilt. Last Sunday's events have unearthed a chilling
truth: Roblot has lost its soul.
Picture this scene:
a middle-aged man, fallen by the roadside, bleeding and unconscious after a
simple stumble. As he lay there, abandoned by fate, not a single soul from his
own bloodline rushed to his aid. Reports speculate that he may have had a drink
or two, but does that diminish his humanity? Absolutely not.
What stings the
most is the apathy shown by his own kin. His brothers, pillars of the
community, turned a blind eye to his suffering. One, a respected figure, chose
indifference over compassion. Another, affluent and self-proclaimed pious,
found it convenient to ignore the cries for help. Is this the conduct of
Christian values they so proudly proclaim?
It took the
intervention of a stranger, a non-relative, to summon an ambulance to the
forsaken man's side. And even then, not a single family member bothered to
offer information or support. The callousness displayed is not just
disheartening; it's abhorrent.
In a community that
prides itself on camaraderie and neighborly love, this incident serves as a
grim reminder of our collective failure. Where is the empathy that once defined
us? Where is the sense of duty towards our own flesh and blood?
Roblot's descent
into soullessness is not an isolated incident but a symptom of a deeper
malaise. It's a stark reminder that wealth and status mean nothing when devoid
of humanity. As we grapple with the aftermath of this tragedy, let it serve as
a wake-up call—a call to reclaim the compassion and solidarity that once
defined us.
