Stab wounds steal pupil's life

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Brutal stab wounds steal Mondeor High Pupil’s life



By Blessing Mhlanga



As sunset neared, the school bell shook the gates of Mondoer High and pupils danced their way out, with an intention to get a calm rest and refreshment at home. One pupil, roamed swiftly around the school gate and in a blink of an eye found his defenceless being surrounded by two masked savages, who while strongly clinching the razor-sharp knives in their hold, posed eyes of fury.



The shiver of terror pushed the pupil to pee himself and tears of obvious fate flooded his face; a force of fear crucified his feet to the ground and his hands made symbols of a sinner begging for pardon.

In less than ten seconds, the pupil was swimming in a pool of his own blood and his lifeless body carelessly floated on the roadside of the school gate where the eyes of the public were not visible. Obviously, the masked men had vanished randomly like a rush of the wind and no eye bared witness to this barbaric tale.



A good Samaritan suddenly froze when he saw the pupil drowning in his bloody pool of death, instantly alerted the police at Mondoer police station, an ambulance responded with a sense of urgency but it was too late - the knife had stolen the pupil’s life.



"The boy was a pupil at Mondeor. Paramedics later arrived and confirmed the boy dead," police officer confirmed.



The killers did not take the pupil’s belongings, leaving the motive of this unfortunate and mysterious murder unknown.



Medical assessments by ER24 Russel Meiring confirmed that the patient had critically suffered multiple stab wounds on the chest which eventually led to death.



"CPR and treatment were immediately initiated, in an effort to revive the patient. Unfortunately, after sometime, no vital signs returned, and he was declared dead by another service,"he said.



While mystery continues to linger in the mind of the local authorities who were present on the scene, the police are determined to find the attackers - an assumed action to bring a pillow of solace to the pupil’s family. 
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This is a colour piece written by Blessing Mhlanga. See the original story on the link below:





Source: Anonymous, 2019, ‘Mondeor High School pupil stabbed to death near school’, News24, 13 March. Available at: https://m.news24.com/SouthAfrica/News/breaking-mondeor-high-school-pupil-stabbed-to-death-near-school-20190313

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