In the memory of water

           This is Rufai where a lot of people that live here were highly religious and strongly believe in the unknown. It has about more than thirty houses with more working families, churches and mosques. Like the mosque has Arabic school were children
of low age attended mostly week-end likewise the Sunday school. 

         And with way life is getting tough people here the youths because there is no real thing to really engage their time, you see them hang around the neighborhood to open issues of sport, politics and football, which to them is one of the most interesting thing they love so much.

         In their gathering, they break sport headlines, fact and analysis to pieces, to really keep their thought relieve of any worries breaking their life; never mind the pot-hole experiences are still there. The old who are pensioners gathered themselves together to play the game of draft (seed shifting in a board) in the evening; the middle age who have petty jobs goes to sell their man-power while the mothers sell their petty items in-front of the houses for the families to be sustain.

         From the everyday life experiences of this other world of the unforgettable day encounter in this community can’t die out easily. The month of July, 2011 remain a memory to always recall. This is a day the settlers here hold their heart on the hand, scared of what might probably happen when the heaven continue to drop water ponderously without end. Activities stops and people begin to think the next line of protecting the little they have-their home accessories.

        While the rain drop heavily and fear grips the breathe of people, the other lane link to this community (Rufai) was flooded and home accessories were soaked. Resident in this area was struggling to bail the water flowing from the canal with all their might, but they couldn’t do enough, because the top officials have shut down their social responsibility to rescue.

        When the rain is getting tougher, the poor settlers begin to chant words for God to remedy them from this situation by putting a stop to the heavy down-pour. Because of the understanding is not there to get really the causes of this, which is about the global warming that has an hand of the industrial pollution of the bigger machine, the reliance of a supreme being becomes a written voice in their mouth.

       Since the history of this community, settlers living here haven’t experience such in their entire life. July to them is very shocking that was cap with bundles of fear clouding everywhere at the particular day of this occurrence. Families who witness this continue to weep and lament over this incident that they have to meet at this critical time of their life.

     Those who are not at home came back and saw their belongings soak. Some can’t hold the water any longer that drop from their eyes while some continue to live on this shock even after the heavy eight days down-pour in this slum community. Some lamentation was that God is not happy with them, because of their sinful act over the past years.

    The memory of this tells more about millions have gone through and are still going under most especially at this period when the world economic is big pit, struggling to crawl out from it. It means that the other-side living in slum cities of squalor aren’t save any longer, as the global warming get more hard on our lives.