JUST two weeks ago, I drove up Varley Road, as I wanted to go to Mkondeni. I approached the intersection of Varley and Murray roads, and stopped at the stop sign, looked left and saw that there was no oncoming traffic. Visibility was good. I looked to my right and was shocked to see that the weeds and grass were so long that my view of any approaching traffic was totally obstructed. I turned right and at a snail’s pace inched my car across the intersection. As I drove along, my thoughts were that that intersection is an accident waiting to happen.
I never had my cellphone on me to phone the municipality and inform it of the hazard. Even if I did phone it, I would have battled to get through. If luck was on my side and I made contact, I would have been given a reference number and told it would be attended to.
How devastated I was to read in The Witness that a beautiful girl had lost her life at the same intersection that I battled to cross. Were the long grass and weeds the cause of that fatal accident?