A few days ago I had a breakdown, an old-fashioned tantrum complete with tears, yelling, and stomping around my apartment. All because I needed water and there was none to be found. I haven’t had water in my apartment for exactly 6 days now, and I’m just plain tired of it. It gets to you after awhile – it plays with your emotions. I can’t bathe. I can’t use the bathroom. I can’t clean. I can’t do anything. I have to leave my house to complete my daily routines.
I never thought I wouldn’t have access to water, a basic necessity. It never crossed my mind. Maybe it’s because I’m a spoiled American. I’m used to getting what I want. Where there’s a will there’s a way, right? Not always is what I’m finding out.
It’s such a hard lesson to learn, and I’m having trouble dealing with it. It makes me mad, it makes me act like a child, and it makes me delirious. I want clean water, and I want it now. I realize this is something that I signed up for, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
Every day, local people carry 25 liters of water on their head, for miles and miles, in the hot, unrelenting sun. Every day, people reuse and recycle water because not even a drop can afford to be wasted. They wash their clothes in small buckets, and then use their laundry water to wash the floor. Water is precious, and not easily obtained.
Sometimes life just isn’t fair. We carry SmartWater, Evian, and FIJI in our purses while some of my neighbors don’t see a drop of clean water all day. Why do we have an abundance of water in America and here, we have a contaminated, sparse amount of water? Shouldn’t we all have a basic, human right to clean water?