I want to tell you a story of water. It is a simple story, one that I could add a
bunch of application and wisdom to, but I don’t want to.
Yesterday was my weekly date with Bessie, my friend who I
have had weekly dates with for a few years.
When I called her she told me that she had no water – Diepsloot extension
1 had no running water at the community tap.
Instead of lunch she asked if I could take her to fill buckets at a
local tap. Of course I agreed.
After hanging up with her I phoned Petros, our friend who
runs a pre-school just outside of Diepsloot in a place called Plot 1.
“Hello, Janet!” he greeted me, answering his phone.
“Hello, Petros how are you?”
“I am fine,” he said.
Niceties exchanged; let’s talk.
“Petros, do you have water?” I asked. This was a measure of how far water
“Yes, we have,” he answered.
I could hear him smiling. “People
are coming.” Petros knew that I was
going to ask him if people were walking with their buckets to his place to fill
up with water. He preempted my
“Which extensions are out?” I asked him, trying to get a
feel of which areas of Diepsloot had been affected by water loss.
“I think all of them,” he said.
“Can I bring people to fill their buckets?” I asked
boldly. I knew he was probably already
“Yes,” he said, gracious as always. “Please come.”
I drove into Diepsloot through extension 9 where Portia
lives, knowing she would be at work but her neighbors would be home. Right away her close friend saw me driving up
and greeted me.
“Portia is not here,” she said, and I tried like crazy to
remember her name. It had flown out of
“I know,” I said, smiling and shaking her hand. “Do you have water?”
“No,” she replied. “Since
yesterday it has been off.”
“Can I fill your buckets?” I asked. Community in Diepsloot means community. If I filled her buckets then she would share
with Portia and the boys and everyone would have water that night.
“Yes,” she said, already walking toward the emergency tubs. “Let’s
We loaded three 25 liter tubs and four 5 liter jugs into my
car and I told her I’d be back. From
there I drove into extension 1, taking note of the long lines of people at the
water tanks, big green things filled once a day by Johannesburg Water during
periods of “interruption”.
|Bessie and her neighbor bring buckets and tablecloths.|
I called Bessie from the end of her street to tell her that
I was there. She and her neighbor met
me, carrying 25 liter jugs and the basket of tablecloths Bessie had washed for
the church. Hmmmm...I guess we’re going to Junction to fill the buckets and return the
tablecloths, I thought.
Bessie got in to the car, greeting me with a long sigh. She asked me to pray for her neighbor, who
was already sick and getting sicker because of the lack of water. Johannesburg Water, Diepsloot’s provider, usually gives residents a heads-up when there
is going to be an interruption unless there is an emergency or a breakage...or
they mess something up.
“So, let’s go,” she said.
At the church we saw Bright and Tumi, who also said they had
no water (extension 4) and Lucky who said he was also out (extension 6). Keep in mind that Diepsloot’s last census
said that there was 150,000 people living in the close spaces that are mostly
shacks –factor in that many of the residents are children and elderly.
I was literally making a drop in the bucket for all that
were without water. My friends seemed
grateful, but I was ashamed that I could not do more.
|Charles and a young customer.|
After about an hour of filling buckets and containers Bessie
and I made the trek back in my overloaded Toyota, whose rear end was nearly touching my tires. Bessie and I joked
that we should lay off of fried foods (we both are slightly doughy).
So we made deliveries- first in extension 6 where Lucky and
Charles live. We saw Charles at his
table spaza, selling chips, snacks and airtime.
One of his customers came over and asked if he could have one of the
buckets I filled.
“Why?” I asked, smiling.
“They aren’t my buckets, they are my friends’.”
“Well, you can go buy another one for fifty rand,” he
suggested. I laughed.
“Okay,” I said. “Give me fifty rand and I’ll go buy another.”
|"Give me one of those..."|
He smiled suspiciously, realizing I wasn't buying it. “You have a car, I am poor.”
“You’re wearing Nike's,” I laughed. “Look at my shoes, Pic and Pay specials.” Charles was laughing, knowing that his
customer didn’t realize I was used to Diepsloot and all of its residents asking
me for things only because they have been trained to believe that we have
“You are white,” he said, finally. It was his ace he was waiting to play.
“I am Hispanic,” I said, acting offended. “Do you hear this,
Charles? He’s calling me white!”
|Lucky's friend helps us deliver.|
Charles and Bessie were laughing, and the man sat down on a
stool by Charles’ table. He asked me for
a job, since I wasn't budging about the water I was carrying for friends.
“I honestly know of nothing right now,” I said, switching into
a serious tone. “But if I did, I would
most likely give a job to someone who was trying to find one. Why aren’t you out looking?” He shook his head and I could tell he was
discouraged. I felt bad for him... but
there were so many like him here. Young,
discouraged, a little bit drunk and looking for a hand out.
Further into extension 6 we met Richman, who was also in
need of new spectacles, which I actually remembered to bring. He asked after Mario and we made polite
conversation, then he told me something interesting.
“Extension 5 just got water,” he said.
“When?” I asked.
“Earlier today,” Richman answered. “I think it’s coming down to us.” Richman
motioned with his hand, illustrating that the southern extension 5 would trickle
forth water once JW opened the main ducts from there.
We said goodbye- back to extension 1.
I decided to back the heavy buckets down Bessie's "street" - a dirt road that is more the size of an alley - and I'm not so good in reverse. I nearly hit the post of a
shack while I was backing in but everyone was forgiving because I was bringing water.
|Not angry at me, the crazy driver.|
“I’m so sorry,” I said to the owners of the home, who had
tapped the back of my car in a warning.
They were laughing and didn’t seem upset. I asked to take their picture and they posed,
“Goodbye, my Spiritual sister,” Bessie said, removing the
last of the 25 liter buckets. “Now I am
going to bathe.”
She hugged me and we
laughed. Bessie always looked nice;
always smelled fresh. She lived in a
place with no running water inside of her home.
Could I do it?
I drove back through Diepsloot, passing line after line of
people waiting to fill their buckets by tanks that were either drying up or empty. I wove my way back to Portia’s and her
beautiful friend whose name I could not remember.
“You are back!” she beamed, happily. “You were not overburdened with the task?”
“Not at all,” I said.
She thought I had only fetched water for her and she could see I only
had a small car.
“I will tell Portia you came by,” she said, after I had
offloaded the last bucket. My car’s
suspension returned to normal.
“Tell her to sms me when the water comes on,” I said.
“Thank you,” she waved as I drove off. As I left to drive back to my house with electricity
and running water, I thought of my friends.
We are so alike in so many ways, but so different in others.
Last night, before a meeting, I called Portia.
“I am still on my way home,” she said. “I worked after-care today.”
“So you don’t know if the water is turned on yet?” I
asked. I could hear the din of taxi
noise in the background.
“I’ll call you when I get home,” she said. Later that night she called and we made
arrangements for the next day. Portia and
the boys spend the night at least once a month where we catch up and have
extended time together, so we made a plan that if the water was not on by the
morning I would pick her up for our visit very early so she could do the
washing at our house.
When I woke up this
morning I poured myself a cup of coffee and did the dishes. How much I take for granted! Clean water, delicious and nourishing, is not
a right of mine, but a privilege.
I thought of Portia and decided to call her.
Just then I got an sms from her, as if she were reading my
mind: “Hi Janet u cn pick us @3 the water is back on & am doing the washing
I sms’d back: “Yea for water! See you at 3.”
Yea for water... yea for water.