Waiting for my soul

There are remote areas in Africa, in to which tourists make trips. With no defined routes, laid roads or vehicles, they depend upon the local tribal who offer them guide and baggage carriers. Once a tourists took a tribal team’s help to cross a jungle route. After traveling a considerable distance the team rested a while and the tourist noticed a guide who preferred to have a quality rest after traveling for few days. When enquired of the reason, he explained, “I must wait for my soul to join me here.”