Yesterday I forgot to mention just how desperate the people of this village are for water. I did say that the village name in the local language means “thirsty,” but I forgot to show you just WHY they’re so desperate. The following photo is of one of two unprotected springs that serve as the only water source anywhere near the villages. Notice the forefront of the picture; cow dung at the edges of their drinking water!
When I arrived to work on the well again yesterday, the villagers were insistent that we attempt to re-case the hole, hoping that it would make a well. They said, “Even if we only get 2 cups a day, it’s better than what we had before!” So we re-cased:
[below]Bosco and one of the Mzees (pronounced “mu-zay”) standing on the drill supports protecting a too-long piece of casing we’d pulled the day before
After reworking the well, we found that we did indeed have water. Part of the process is to pump the well dry and see if it recharges. The next photo is Abdul, one of the hardest-working drill team members (and the one who caught the hedgehog for my lunch yesterday!), listening to the well refill
And . . . in keeping with my food pics, following is what I ate for breakfast yesterday. It’s made from dried sweet potatoes, which are cooked and then mashed, and served hot. No forks or spoons; you grab a hunk, roll it in your right hand (left hands only used for “hygienic issues”) and pop it in your mouth.
Today, we attempt to make some further repairs and hopefully, get the well working!