Every day I overcome a fear. What is that fear, you ask? It is the fear of driving in Cyprus. I have a strong belief in my good driving skills and I am now at a level of driving where I am able to predict what those behind me and those in front of me are going to do. I am rarely wrong.
In Cyprus, deaths caused by dangerous driving are a norm, so much so now that we are immune to the news of a deadly collision. It's just another accident, we say. It's never going to happen to me, we say.
What is the first thing you learn at a driving school? It is supposed to be fasten your seat belt and check your mirrors. Who follow this rule on the island? What about indicating? Stopping at a red light? Have we ever heard of the phrase 'Speed Kills?' Have we ever heard of the saying' Respect Others on the Road? What about reading the road? What on earth does that mean?
My recent trip to a garage confirmed my fears. Car carcasses dotted the entrance. some cars with horrific damage. I wondered what had happened to their drivers. Were they dead? In intensive care? Suffering from life changing injuries?
Accidents have now turned into a serious problem, so much so that insurance companies are overworked. Hospitals, mortuaries and graveyards overflowing with those who didn't need to come to this.
So, what is to be done? How many more driving deaths are we going to hear about? Who else needs to die, so that change happens?
For now it's fasten your seat belt, check your mirrors and read those on the road with you, eventhough some of them shouldn't be driving in the first place.
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