Rawanegomde lacks drinking water well. The closest well is 7 kilometers. Women invest, every day, between four and five hours to walk to that well and return to the village.
I visited the village on behalf of Aigua Per Al Sahel And the demand for a well is ongoing.
Every time I look at this photograph I know, without hesitation, that we must continue supporting the people who need us to improve their lives and ensure their survival.
I saw him sitting against a wall, among the mud houses of his small village, punished by the sun and besieged by the permanent need for water.
The boy saw me and wanted to hide, but he didn't know where to go. Small and fearful, he looked down and stopped talking to the metal piece with which he had been maintaining an lively conversation.
I approached to greet him and asked him to show me his toy. Without looking into my eyes, very slowly, he raised him to me and handed it to me so that I could closely appreciate his qualities. He entrusted me.
I understood that this waste object was his game friend. Not only represented a friend but really.
With his imagination, the child had turned something cold and inert into something bright and alive. He had achieved a beautiful company in his life of overwhelming shortage.
I sat next to him. The sun fell on us in such a way that it soon feel the need to drink.
I wore one water bottle With me and we could both drink. I normally. The absolutely surprised child of being able to do it.
After an hour I left the place and resumed the way. I left wishing the day when, finally, there would be a drinking water well in that village.
The well in which the child, with his makeshift toy, could drink. And in which all the other inhabitants of the place could drink.
Without waiting the next day, when women, getting up early and carrying drums on their heads, would walk in the direction of non -potable and too distant water wells.
Pepe Navarro, Arbolle (Burkina Faso)
Rawanegomde's boy
