Fountains of Hope
Have you ever had one of those days where it seemed like nothing was going your way, the coffee spills, traffic is bad, your assistant calls in sick, a check bounces-insert your own personal frustration? But then almost miraculously it ALL turns around and, in spite of the early evidence, it turns into a very fruitful day.
Such was our day yesterday. One of our projects that we installed last year that we thought was an unused failure, was actually only very recently not being used because of some minor vandalism; an easy fix for us. After spending most of the day with a government engineer and endless meetings about a very simple need we finally were able to make tangible progress and get 4 schools simultaneously started with the necessary concrete work.
Working with the government is a two edged sword; on the one hand they can bring a reasonable amount of resources to bear. On the other hand you have 8 people deployed to do the work of 2. We have an engineer who sits at a desk telling a master mason the amount of sand and cement he needs for the project. The mason is just shaking his head, knowing he needs lees than half of the recommended materials. For those of you who know me well, you know my abhorrence of stupid rules and bureaucracy.
Right now it is early and the rest of the team is putting together 3 tanks as we are waiting on breakfast. The setting up of the tanks should go fairly quickly under Bill’s guidance and the willing enthusiasm of Neil and Mike.
Barrack treated us to a meal of boiled goat and sukum wiki last night in Kisumu. Mmmmm. Probably tastes a little better than it sounds (a little). We then went and saw the bay at Lake Victoria at sunset, that is actually as good as it sounds.
This morning Jared and I completed the repair on the broken system and were able to talk to the head master of the school which has 763 students. He gave us a great testimony of how the safe water from the system was dramatically reducing the trips to the infirmary for the students.
Please say some prayers for Neil. He is fighting a stomach flu and is not sure whether it is something he ate here or a reoccurrence of an illness he had just gotten over the day we left. Only the Cipro will tell us for sure.
As we wait, again, for the government people to show up the finishing touches are being put on the tanks and I am reflecting and doing the math in my head about the numbers of people that will be served by these systems. It seems like there will be roughly 2000 children and countless villagers helped.
Please don’t get all rah rah for us, though; we are keenly aware that this is a project of Gods that we are the grateful and willing participants of.
As always we covet your prayers and comments.
Fountains of Hope