Happy Sunday!! We have running water in our flat on the compound, most do not, however there are days when the tap does not flow. We keep a couple of buckets filled with water and we have a large barrel also filled with water sitting on our veranda. This barrel is our reserve tank for an extreme shortage, there are main storage containers that the entire compound uses daily.
Mostly the tap flows consistently, but there are times when the powers that be decide that the tap should not flow. . .sometimes for several days. At these times, though it seems to come as natural as breathing for everyone else in the compound, fetching water is a task I face internally like a kicking crying baby (in my head that is). It required too much energy and quite frankly I just didn’t want to. Most especially on day three with no running water and our buckets and the toilet tank bone dry. That meant for every mundane task like washing my hands and flushing the toilet, I need to fetch water. For three days the buckets needed filling, repeatedly! On Day four I woke up just plain tired of fetching it.
In the US this is something we might read about in passing but it never really meant anything, because it was not my reality. It was something people in rural distant and remote lands experienced. On trips to Africa it has been a sort of novel experience, no bother at all. Like a true, “true life like” experience at an amusement park, again no bother at all. Fun like camping, however when it is your real day to day life reality, tapping you on the shoulder it’s a whole other story, a whole other world. I must confess, I almost caught the holy ghost when I discovered the tap was flowing later in the day! WATAAAA!!
Fast-forward a few more weeks, when the country is having a severe drought. On a trip to the village I saw women walking miles from home carrying water back from a reservoir. I couldn’t imagine nor believe it. I had now grown past the begrudging task of fetching water to the thoughts of what if there is no water to fetch. I asked in the compound, when the rains might come. I had been here for three months, and not a single drop of rain had fallen. The response to my question was a resolute, matter of fact, non-panicked, “April”. It was February.
Water and the prospect of not having it, period, will make you grateful in a way you never knew before. Unless one has been living in a tent, for quite some time, the reality of what it means to have or NOT have running clean water will hit you at some point.
Be grateful. . . there are many many people in this world without the luxury of something as simple as water.
Have you ever had any experiences of fetching water back home? If so share them with us below….
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Until next time. . .