But what is that compared to finding water for our next well?!! Philemon, and Janet’s son Jonathan, (she who is the volunteer leading light teacher at Mwazyangulu School) were waiting for Stephen, John and I, the driller and the water diviner when we arrived at the proposed site. It literally took the diviner about 5 minutes walking up and down with his copper rods to find TWO possible sites, which is just great! It’s a fascinating thing to see how the rods, held out straight by the diviner, can suddenly and forcibly cross each other thus marking the spot where water can be found. 5 VERY happy people!! The drilling rig will be at the site by 8.30 tomorrow morning so watch this space!!
OK. So that was huge delight for the ‘grown-ups’; when we arrived at Mwazyangulu School with a FOOTBALL, the place erupted in joy and classrooms emptied! We gave Janet a large sack of clothes to give out and disappeared quickly before disrupting any more lessons!! I think you could call that a successful morning in anyone’s language.
AND TODAY ……….. we arrived at the well site at 9am, having guided the drill lorry there – what a piece of mechanics that is!! – and by 12.30 it was capped and the pump cemented in place. The driller was very pleased with the quality of the water which is pure and sweet. The ‘Community Garden Committee’ were all out in gleeful force as, it seemed, were most of the adults and children from the surrounding area. As they said, ‘water is life, and we have water’. I think the children may still think a football is a better deal! What a privilege to sink a well for SUCH willing people.
The driller had asked yesterday that a couple of tree stumps be removed prior to their arrival today; not only had the tree stumps been removed but the whole area they are intending cultivating. Add to that, a long line of men were sitting breaking up huge stones into smaller ones, and the women bringing buckets of sand on their heads ready to make the cement. We’re pretty sure they’re keen, VERY keen!! We’ll go back to the bore hole on Tuesday to ensure all is well before paying the last instalment.
On then to visit Mercy and Caroline Daka and their great mother Janet. NOT Janet from Mwazyangulu School, which John assured me was only about 2 kms from these Daka’s tiny village. It seemed a whole lot further than that as the ‘roads’ make it the most difficult location to get to out of all our orphans. Hang on to your hats time!! However Stephen got us through (all day) and was, as ever, a wonderful interpreter and intermediary for us. The two sisters are like chalk and cheese. Mercy is very quiet and wants to be a teacher, and Caroline (Miss Beautiful Smile) wants to be a nurse. Faith, we told her that her sponsor was a senior nurse and she was thrilled to bits. Isn’t it great that living way out in the middle of I don’t know where there are two teenagers envisaging such futures.
Our last port of call was to see James Phiri – Phil Little’s orphan – and Granny Mwaso and her 5 grandchildren sponsored by Carn and Candice Carstairs. They all live in a large relatively prosperous village called Tiyesko (and just in case you’re thinking, ‘I could do with a map here’ – join the queue! There are no maps!!) James is a determined young man who has grown a lot since we saw him last him. You get the distinct impression that not too much is going to hold him back!! Good on you James!!
It has to be said that Granny Mwaso is one of our favourite people so we were not looking forward to our meeting as about half a dozen other Mwaso children had been turning up at school who were definitely NOT on our books! Words had to be spoken. The answer: Granny had 15 children (15 ladies!! Respect or what?!!) so literally half the village and more are called Mwaso. Well, you can’t blame people for trying, so other children were urged to pass themselves off as Granny’s orphan children too. As we’ve said previously, with a ratio of 1 teacher to 100 pupils, checks can be slack. Now we’ve identified the problem we’ll be on to it in future.
Home at 4.30, covered in the red dust that the soil is made of and GASPING for a cup of tea. Hooorah! The water’s still on. Much to thank You for God.