Body & SouL

Why has life been this unfair to me. Nothing works,not even prayers. why did I have to experience such trauma?The good thing about this life is that when I die,I won't go to hell because I have lived in Hell pro-max version.I actually doubt life in hell is this tough..... Oh! I am sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I am Uter,a second year student in Kumpat university. I am the only child in our family.Life in first year was good and comfortable. Although we are not that well of,I managed to join my dream university without the village support. What I never stay is that my parents sold our only cow and also took a big loan using our land title deed. I was not much worried about not being able to repay the loan because the course I was doing was one of best Paying job. I was studying Electrical Engineering Power option. All was going fine, I was passing my studies because I am a born genius. Not the Isaac Newton genius style, but the type who understood once taught and never to forget. It was a day like any other day as I was walking to class with my best friend.As I was passing through our favorite spot in school, which was the Mess, where students used to refill their stomachs as we watched the Television.I found a crowd of students near the Mess which left me wondering what was happening.Out of curiosity I walked towards the crowd and found everyone looking at the Tv. I followed the eyes and alas, something familiar caught my eye...., Breaking news! "It is with sad hearts that we are reporting that 3 villages in Eastern part of Rift valley has been leveled by flood waters that broke from Lake Maji. There is no signs of any survivors but the police with the navy are doing all they can to find any survivors. Our prayers and condolence to the victims families and friends."a reporter said. Instinctively I retrieved my cellphone and called my mother. This is because I was very familiar with the region being shown on the television. I used to swim in lake Maji when I was you with my friends. I wished that our Village was lucky and didn't get caught by the floods. In deep in my heart I knew all was just futile hope because we were very near the lake's bank. I tried call my mom but all I received is a voice I didn't wish to hear...sorry,the number you have dialed is temporary out of service. I blurry dialed my dad's number but I received the same voice. It was then I heard my friend calling, " Uter,what's wrong with you.Do you know that area?" I have never told my friends where my real home was. It not that I was ashamed saying but it was very far from Kumpat university region. So I had told my friends that my home is in Nipe city.It was a 2 days journey from Nipe city to Kumpat city. So how was I going to explain that my home is 5 days journey on bus from Nipe city and seven days away from Kumpat city. So I saw it was fine just to round off my home to the nearest city. Hearing my friends question I tried forcing the fall tears not to fall and replied..." Yeah,I have close relatives in that area." I gave my friend my bag and headed to the bank to withdraw some cash. I then book the bus to Nipe City. Throughout the journey I received various news through the internet and gossip in the bus. No survivors has been found and only dead bodies were all over the place. My heart ached because I knew there was a less chance for anybody in the village to survive much less my parents. After reaching Nipe City, there was no any bus going to my village. I booked a bus that could take me to the nearest town. Afterwards I pleaded some Red Cross members to take me with them. Reaching the area ,all land was barren,no trees or any house was standing. Far away I could see a mountain I had never seen. As we got closer I noted it was all the things that had been swept by the flood. It had been a week since the accident.No survivors had been found and the government was planning on doing a mass burial the next day. I alighted the vehicle and went to the security soldiers keeping law and order. Young man,this is a restricted area and civilians are not permitted. The soldier calmly said." I am sorry officer but this is my village and I wish to see if my parents are among the dead."I respectfully replied. I saw the soldier gave turn to that of pity,he then told me," let me tell my supervisors......Hello sir,there is a young man here and he claims to be from one of the village and he wants to check his parents.......okay..... right away sir..... turning to me"Young man I am very sorry for your loss,but apparently you are the only survivor in the village and we hope you could help us identify the bodies of the people you know." Since I have been living in the village since a baby,I knew quite a lot of people if not all.Even the neighboring villages I was quite familiar with them. Following the Soldiers and a dozen of reporters I was able to identify more than 97% of the dead. My parents were among the dead,all the people I knew were all dead. It was so painful identifying the people I knew,kids I used to play with while you,girls I used to flirt with, Boys we used to sneakily go drinking together.I was just like a walking robot giving names of the dead. It amazed the officers and the media that I knew all this People. It was during the last minutes that the soldiers and the media noted I was not acting like a human at all. I was more like a walking zombie or a soul less body. It was too late for them to stop me as I had been immersed in zombie state. Soon every one was identified through the government DNA machines and the mass burial was held the next day. After the burial service ended,I aimlessly walked without any specific place in mind. It's then we go back to my thoughts at the start of the chapter.