Trapped down there in the dark, several thoughts swirled through my mind. I thought about my two children and my relatives. My mind would then shift to my two friends, wondering whether they were alive.
  As desperate attempts to find the survivors of the bomb-blast went on a conversation was taking place within the labyrinth of the concrete broken glass and smashed furniture. Rose hung on there. “They are almost here to get us out….they are almost where I am…after they get me they will soon come for you; don't worry”.
That’s the best encouragement Samuel Ng’ang’a could give to a fellow victim with whom he was trapped under the rubble of what was once the Ufundi Cooperative House following the Friday bomb blast.
“But why can’t they get me out first?” she asked. In her pain and terror the woman identified only as Rose was not in a position to know in the path of the rescuers and nearer to them than she was.

Thirty six hours after the bomb blast the rescue team was able to get Ng’ang’a out with the expectation of a shattered ankle and a few scratches. He was declared out of danger shortly after admission to hospital and was strong enough to hold an international press conference at midday. “However, I would force my mind to concentrate on hope. Somewhere in the middle of the long night, I saw a light coming from above and he shouted again thereby establishing contact with the rescue team.
Talking to them, brought hope surging through me and I knew I would live”. His only fear was that as the rescue team attempted to get him out, some of the boulders above could be dislodged entombing him.
He thanked God for the rescue-especially the Israeli team.