by Constance Manika
- Zimbabwe -
It has been a year since I last wrote for The WIP and it’s really good to be able to share what has been happening in our country.
Every weekend for the past eight months, my husband and I have been forced to make the 20-kilometer trip by road from our home in the high-density suburbs of Harare to the affluent suburb of Belvedere to fetch clean water. In the early morning hours while our little angels are still fast asleep, we load up into the car empty 20-liter plastic containers for refill.
We have tap water where we live, but it can hardly be said to be safe for human consumption. When you pour the water into a clear cup or container and let it sit for a few minutes, a green, sewage-like substance settles to the bottom.
Although this journey is cumbersome and costly for us, it is has become a necessary expense for us to stay alive.