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I have sat so many times at my favourite watering hole and heard friends brag about how they drove home blind and oblivious to how they actually got home.
That is how drunk they were.
I remember a friend of mine a few years ago, a very close friend of mine. He used to tell me how many times he had been able to drive home drunk. On the odd occasion when I pestered him I would grab his keys and drive him home myself.
Then one fateful evening, I had a horrible fever and I couldn’t go out. He called me so I could go with him to Monako, a club that was the rage at the time.
I slept through the night only to be woken up by my sister around 7 am and she told me there had been an accident right in front of our house. A man had died after his car had veered off the road, run into a lamp-post and died. The details were grizzly.
Then they said his name was familiar because I had gotten them on a fuel coupon deal with him. I was crestfallen, inconsolable.
He had told me that he had driven drunk ever since he was a teenager. He died around 30-odd years leaving a three-month pregnant wife.
I have lost friends since then to accidents on the road that could have been avoided. I think of Shingai Chimuriwo, Funga Tichawangana’s wife. She was driving home and a drunk driver slammed into her car taking a life in its prime.
I mention this second example because it is not always the drunk driver who gets injured or killed when they cause an accident.
Then you think of my friend MC Chita who caused the death of two pedestrians earlier this year and derailed his career, a career that was now on the up.
So next time you get into a car, and you are drunk, remember one thing. There is nothing cool about driving drunk. And if you let your friends drive drunk, that is so not cool.
Even if you have done it for the past 20 years, it takes one moment to lose a life.
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This article was originally published on 3-mob.com Insight & Innovation Freak Larry Kwirirayi’s personal blog
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