An odd event.

On my way to work this morning I once again passed by the same ol' hole in the ground that I pass every morning on my walk to the hospital. Inside this 2' x 2' deep hole a 1' water line traverses the gap, running parallel with the dirt road. On most days there is water squirting from between the seam in the pipe, filling the bottom of the hole with water. Some days, on hot days, there is no water in the bottom of the hole. This morning there was. This morning there was also an old, wrinkled black man taking advantage of the fact that there was water in the bottom of that hole. He sat there on the side of the road, navy blue pants rolled up to his knees, bare feet immersed ankle deep in the water under the exposed pipe, scooping water up with both hands, splashing it onto his face, scrubbing the back of his neck and his face, and also gulped down a cupped handful or two of the murky, tan water that he seemed to be cleaning himself with as his younger male companion stood close by keeping a watchful eye. Now water is pretty cheap to buy here in Tanzania and the ocean is not that far away. Whether he was just that desperate for water and settled for whatever was close by or simply didn't care about the quality or source, one could only speculate. Now that I think about it, it's April Fool's Day. Maybe the cosmos is playing pranks on my psyche and I'm simply hallucinating. Regardless, in one form or another, this day started off with an odd event.

More to come. Stay Posted.