Day One – Karima, Africa

On our first day in the village of Karima, we were greeted by the community with clapping and singing. We gathered in a circle and sang songs, danced, and shouted praises to our Lord. We didn’t know the language but the meaning was clear – we serve the same God and He is worthy to be praised.

We met near the new well that was built through 410 bridge. We encountered a group of people very thankful for the provision of water from our church and ultimately the Lord. I could sense the excitement but didn’t fully understand the difference this well made in their lives.

Then, we walked through the village and came to the top of the hill pictured below.

At the bottom of the hill was a stream of water that offered the only water source to the village, before  410 Bridge dug a new well.

I slowly and carefully climbed down while children passed me by, experts in the descent to get water. I glanced behind me once I had reached the bottom and could not imagine climbing back up this rocky terrain with gallons of water on my back.

I didn’t have to wonder for long what it would feel like to carry water up this hill.

A woman from the village helped me  lift the water up and showed me how to carry the water with a strap on my head.

I made it about 4 steps before I began to slip and lose my balance. Not only was it heavy, but I was also in a skirt and kept getting all tangled up inside the long mess of fabric.


A few moments later, David our village leader, removed the water from my head. I had leaned over and couldn’t get back up. That my friends, is as far as I got up the hill with the water.

My version of walking to the refrigerator to get clean, filtered water out of the door had not adequately prepared me for the task at hand. I know, I am soft.

As I watched child after child strap gallons of water and 50 pounds of fire wood up the hill, my heart sank. We have no idea. We don’t get it. The well back at the village took on a new meaning to me. At first all I saw was a well, now I saw a new way of life. A new life that was provided because a group of people back in the States decided to do something that was bigger than themselves. A group of people who realized that giving of their time, money and resources could change not only a life but a village.

2 thoughts on “Day One – Karima, Africa

  1. I’m soft. Physically soft. But a world away makes our hearts hard to the oppression of poverty. Thank you for reminding me to be soft hearted to the hurts of Africa

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