My frustrations on Ferry Accident Part 1

I am not upset. I am not even sad. I am just numb.

One Twenty-four hours later, a mother and daughter are still trapped in the chilly deep of Likoni Channel. Their bodies lie in those dark depths; dead.

They remain suspended inside their car: floating, swaying gently at the slightest push of underwater currents.

We know their names. Mariam and Amanda. Lovely names. Mother and daughter. They were together at birth; they still are; in death.

I have not watch that harrowing clip. I can’t. Not if I am to remain sane. But I don’t need to. I have been in that car. In my head; in my dreams.

I know Mariam; mother. She is a law-abiding citizen. The car is fully insured. Her driving license is valid. All her safety belts work.

She has never been arrested for speeding. She never overlaps. She never overtakes on a continuous line. She pays all her taxes. On time.
She registered for Huduma number. She opened her door to census officials. And she took all her 1000 notes to her bank.

Mariam is you and me.

I know Amanda. She is scared of the dark. She mumbles while sleeping. She hates broccoli. She loves teletubbies. Her mother calls her Amy because Amanda is too long.

Amanda is your daughter and mine