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This article originally appeared on PulseWire as part of the Frontline Journal writing assignment for Voices of Our Future, a World Pulse training program providing rigorous web 2.0 and new media training to 31 emerging women leaders. Edits have been made to the original text for clarity.

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A Constant Thirst

Having spent her girlhood in long lines at the water pump, Zambian Voices of Our Future Correspondent, Dando Mweetwa, knows first hand what must be done in a country where only 58% of the population has access to drinkable water.

“My thoughts were always of water: I could talk water, smile water, walk water, and dream water.”

In Zambia, many women suffer backaches and chest pains from carrying heavy loads of water.

"During the cold season I would shiver in the long queue to the pump—the cold weather unbearable."

I can still hear the words my sister spoke to me almost every morning—

“Wake up Dando!” she would yell. “It’s already 4:30! We ought to start off else we spend two hours in the queue at the well.”

In both highly populated and rural areas of Zambia, my country, women and children spend most of their productive hours drawing water from wells and communal taps. This is largely due to the unavailability of clean water in communities like mine. In 2004, only 58% of the Zambian population had access to clean drinking water.

I grew up in a land blessed with the largest water resources in all of southern Africa. Zambia is home to massive lakes and plentiful rivers. And with Victoria Falls—some of the largest waterfalls in the world—one would think that Zambia would have no problem offering adequate and safe water to its community. But access to clean water has been a problem since my country’s independence in 1964.

During my early teens, in the first years of the twenty-first century, I learned what it meant to be denied an essential commodity. I found myself living in a highly populated Zambian community with my sister. My thoughts were always of water: I could talk water, smile water, walk water, and dream water. I could not do a thing without thinking of where and how to find water. I remember walking the streets in search of it when it was too dark to see anything ahead. Women and children ages 8 to 10 would come from all corners of the community to join in the walk. We would walk with fear running through our veins, for we had visions of whom we could meet along the way. Attacks on women and girls who are looking for water in the dark of early morning are common.

During the cold season I would shiver in the long queue to the pump—the cold weather unbearable. I remember I would wear a long blue jersey, a chitenge wrapped around my small waist, and black shoes on my feet. The sight of babies clinging to their mothers with runny noses and tears in their eyes has never left my mind.

When the gate opened to the house where we would draw our water, we would all run in hopes of being first. Occasionally, I would be number ten, but this meant little; one person could need to fill three or four buckets, while others filled large drums. Mothers were eager to be first in line so that they could go home early to prepare breakfast and bathe their husbands and children.

I had trouble getting to school on time because of my duties. But I had no choice. As a girl, I had to make sure that we had enough water to drink, wash, and bathe. Lifting heavy loads took its toll. I would carry containers on my head, as we had no wheelbarrow. I developed chest pains that the doctor said came as a result of lifting these loads. In Zambia, most women complain of backaches and chest pains.

Even in this urban setting, we walked long distances to find water. Most was found in shallow wells that had been dug by concerned residents for a minimal fee. The wells are almost always found two to three meters from a pit-latrine. Many of us were aware of the complications the proximity to theses latrines posed, but we had no choice but to take the risk.

The rainy season was always a joyous time for me: We could collect water in buckets placed under the edge of our roof, which mostly eliminated the need for the long trek to the pumps. This water was used mainly for washing and bathing, though some of our neighbors used it for cooking and drinking.

Many dig wells in their yards, which provide them with access to water and a small source of income, since they sell it to their communities for a small fee. But underground the well water and pit-latrine water mingles, . . .

Comments

maddy's picture

Thank you

Thank you you wrote so well you got me to remember fetching water myself and yes I will not forget where I came from and I am with you in that campaign. Keep up the good work.

Dando's picture

Thanks

Maddy,
this challege has continued in our developing nations. let us conitue speaking on this untill our voices are heard.

take care and best

Dando

vivian's picture

water is vital

Water is very vital to human life and for good health. it is still a plight for women who have to go extra miles to find water for the home. Women must contonue to talk until our voice is heard.

All the best
Dando

Vivian

''Every woman have a story at every stage of Life''

vivian's picture

water is vital

Water is very vital to human life and for good health. it is still a plight for women who have to go extra miles to find water for the home. Women must contonue to talk until our voice is heard.

All the best
vivian

Vivian

''Every woman have a story at every stage of Life''

Amei's picture

Dando, your story made me thinking ...

If I had read this story when I was a kid I would not be able to comprehend how far you had to walk to fetch water. I can walk around my small island in two hours. We measure distance in minutes.

We (Maldivians) thought water was in abundance until they turned salty. Now, Maldivains in the capital island and some other highly populated islands pay dearly to have (desalinated) water which is essentional to life.

Yes, we must continue to talk, I can relate to your story.

Thank you Dando.

All the best from Amei :)

warona's picture

AFRICA!

Yaa Dandoo

What you are sharing with us today is the truth my gal,we Africans most of us have gone through that,indeed water is essential to our living,we cant do anything without water.Wel it is always the case whereby women will be on the forefront having awakened up in the early hours as early as at 4pm at night,and they wil say a bird that wakes up early in the morning catches the fattest worm.

The village where i was brought up, i was raised up by my untie( elder sister to my father ) You know what she wil assign me to do, early in the morning i will be sent to draw some water at the village stand pipe because by then around here water was so scarce.So i had 3 bottles 25L on my wheel barrow,and already we had filled about 2 drums with water before the villagers arrive,while the 25L bottles were on the line.So this was the only time at night when water was available.During the day there was no water.

Dandoo now am greatful to our government who has seen it fit to have access to clean and sufficient water all the year around.I always look at the current generation how everything is in a golden plate for them.Despite all the goodies my government has achieved or done to its people the scourge of HIV is harrssing our communities,however i believe in my heart that the more we teach the root of all this will be uprooted and social welfare can be well achieved.Just look at Jehu in the Bible how erradicated and excecuted the duty that God assigned him he deligently did it without fail and all the people in that region were delivered from the wrath that of God.

You are a strong woman Dandoo, your background entails all, some does not know even how ground water tastes,all they know is drinking water from inside their homes, anyway we dont blame anyone they are blessed and may this blessings carry them even unto their next generations.

I really appreciate you, you are a soldier keep glued to your instincts, you never be disappointed my dear.THROUGH IT ALL YOU LEARNED TO STAND - and today you ve shared with us .Thank you.

Cheers, llong suffering pays,be blessed gal

warona

"success will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time " And when confronted conquer with love

Hellen's picture

This is real & Well done

I like what you have written galfriend! This is what women & girls are passing through every day. Keep it up!!

Hellen Muloli

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