He almost died.
I felt anxious and nauseous as the red sun descended. I can't explain it; maybe it was the apple I ate without cleaning it, but fear gripped my heart. Tears welled up in my eyes, as the front of the bus collectively gasped. The bus swayed from side to side, and then a sudden impact jolted us. Shouts erupted, we came to a stop and people began to exit. We had struck a man. I wasn't crying, but tears streamed down my face. I was shocked, confused, and terrified. Would these people seek revenge, or would they remain peaceful? All of us "muzungus" chose to stay on the bus. Olivia and Netanya wanted to help, but we advised against it. What if you get blamed, and you don't have licenses here? Later the villagers informed us that two trucks had narrowly missed him earlier that day, and it seemed he wanted to die. We feared we could have caused of his death. I frantically texted Remmy, "What happened? We hit a man, and he's bleeding from his head. What should we