Why jungle justice is not justice

How I perceive fairness might be different from how you see it but we are both faced with almost the same situations, living in the same society.

Every society has its standards – moral codes that people ought to abide by but most of the time we are left to our conscience for what is right or wrong.

What is your conscience telling you about the act you just committed – was it right or not? Your conscience would not see black and say it is blue. It will tell you as it is, except you shun him out.

Some days ago I was driving past the suburbs of my city – a small town with fallen shacks, rusted zincs and muddy roads. There was a circle of crowds surrounding a naked man covered in bruises and blood.

I pulled up to have a closer view of the sight. Men were hefting stones and planks at him and the women were vile with their words and children were been children, doing the same as the adult.

“What was the offense of this man?”

He stole from a nearby kiosk – a loaf of bread and a tin of milk.

“That was it?”

Well, it was not his first time. He had gotten away on several occasions but as the wise saying goes: “all days for the thief but one day for the owner.”

He was apprehended and the community sought to do the needful — burn him to DEATH.

See, this was enough punished for this man — his face was swollen beyond recognition and his nostrils bled thick blood. Burning him was just getting too far.

I thought to speak some senses to his executionists; there is no fairness in taking the laws into your hands but these men had no love for the law enforcement.

“He would get freed and justice would not be served,” They bemoaned.

“Still try the law, there’s no other justice without law…”

But I was speaking gibberish. The man was already bathed with petrol and the stick of a match had already caught fire. I could have moved to put the fire out but the crowd had already built a wall around him.

Dark smokes filled the air in no time and the repulsive stench of a burning flesh followed.

It wasn’t a sight to see for me even as everyone cheered and jeered, I just moved back and got into my car and drove away.

Those images would not leave me soon. The first time I saw a man got burnt, I could only think of him, agonizing even in the afterlife.

Jungle justice is not justice after all.