The Last Bar

*The painless killing of a patient suffering from an incurable disease or irreversible coma


THERE is a saying in township parlance that when a person is afflicted with an incurable disease and have withered away as a result they are left with one bar or the last bar. This metaphorically relates to the battery gauge of a cell phone which when the battery is low either the animated battery appears skeletal of blinks rapidly often accompanied by an alert tone alerting the owner that the instrument needs a power recharge. It is general knowledge what will happen if one fails to charge the battery before it is completely depleted. You will be off the grid of communication.

*Euthanasia, I must confess that the first time I heard this word I thought it made a sophisticated sound and that its mere intonation itself heralded things of delightfulness. ‘Euthanasia’, I remember vividly to some extent that it was one of the topics chosen by those who reveled in the art of debate during one summer in the late 90s spent involved in a community initiative that was attached to Atteridgeville Community Library. The guy who came up with this pseudo delightful word was a scrawny fellow, bespectacled and as thin as they come – such fellows – whose noses dunk in books, are always preoccupied with searching for answers of the world that envelopes us. But on the light hearted side of the present fabrication mention must be made that the fellow in question was endowed with a particular sense of humor if not a rare charm that often suspended the fact that he was nerdy. His repertoire came full circle particularly when he was at the highest pitch of gesticulations of his preoccupations and before him, in a manner of speaking that is, the fairer sex was taking note.




(in the New Testament)the last battle between good and evil before the day of Judgment

21 May 2010 build up in South African politics had a different tone to the global acknowledgement of a soothsayers meditation on the idea that it was going to be the last day of our existence. For reasons of suspense I shall deviate from politicking presently.  Post 18 May, the communications apparatus brought it to our attention that some evangelist(s) out there saw the end of the light to our existence and quaked about it passionately.

I’ve personally have come to an acknowledgement that there are various spiritual pursuits which actually want the world to end. Their argument is that God or the Gods are angry at us. That we have sinned so greatly that nothing can be fixed. So much is their passion to have everything before them extinguished that they brave the media platforms to proclaim this end.

But let’s say the end does come one day. A flash like phenomena, like a sudden jolt of remembrance akin to when one remembers that they should have taken care of something during the day and that it is too late to worry about it due to time laps. We usually remember things when we are relaxed and are reflecting on how our day has turned out. Come to wonder about it – is there time to reflect on how one’s life has turned out before the big bulb goes out? Perhaps there is this interval especially if you are fortunate enough to lie in bed or sit on a chair when you reach the last day.