One day this week, I went to my field site and the water pump was broken. On the inconvenient end of the spectrum, people’s dishes piled up in the sink and laundry piled up on the floor. On the more urgent end of the spectrum, kids tell mothers they are hungry. And mothers reply, “we are all hungry”.
Since the pump is broken, they can’t cook. You need water to cook rice and boil beans. Even if you cook with purified water, you need water to wash the dishes you will cook with. And you wouldn’t go crazy using your purified water because you need it to drink. The water from the pump is undrinkable.
On a normal day, people spend the morning hauling water back and forth from the pump to their homes. There is one pump that provides water for the entire community of about 100 families. People carry water using buckets, old vegetable oil jugs, bleach containers, anything with a handle. They have to get all the water they need for the day early because it usually runs out by the afternoon. At about 7am each morning, the running water at the pump starts. By the afternoon, it stops.
This water is used for bathing, laundry, cleaning, washing dishes, and sometimes cooking. I would guess that maybe 3-4 houses out of 100 have running water in their homes when the pump is working, so the vast majority of people are hauling water each day.
One woman teases me playfully saying, “Trini, you don’t know how to haul water!” I defend myself, saying “I can do it. I’m strong!” But the truth is, I have not had to spend my life hauling water each morning. I am probably not strong enough.
They spend this morning, when the pump is broken, wondering if it’s just later than usual or if it will be out for days.
Water is something we take for granted in the developed world, and I just wanted to reflect on the importance of water as a basic need for so many things that we do each day.