Death in a village

Death is terrible, anywhere...
When the three of us were walking towards the Ngong hills, I noticed some people in the near distance that were all gathered around a small man made water hole. I then saw a woman on the ground, screaming and crying, and a man holding her back. Her son was dead. He had fallen into the hole and could not get out. Most people here do not know how to swim. He was dead, and man was holding her back from seeing his body. She was on the ground, crying, and we had no choice but to walk by her.
He was dead...she lost her son, and all we could do was walk by...it was so hard for us to do nothing, but he was dead...and all we could do was walk by...