Walk For Water

My Walk in Uganda

up was dreadful. My stomach was in knots and my feet where swollen. I realized I was late for my walk to get the water for the day so I rushed out the door without breakfast, grabbing my 6-gallon jug on the way and a wrap for my head. My three-hour walk was the time for me to just think. Pain was rushing up and down my legs and then shooting up to my toes. You get used to it after a while, but walking today was difficult. I couldn’t get my mind off how hungry and thirsty I was. The beginning of my walk consisted of orange dusty paths covered with light green trees on each side. My only companions where stray dogs and goats passing. As the walk continued it felt as if it was getting hotter by the second and the only thing in sight was the horizon and big plains of dirt. I could almost smell food. I was quite delirious, but I had to get to the well in time! So I kept walking on into the emptiness. After hours of walking I was sweating and my feet where starting to bleed from all the rocks. I wondered when this would be over but I knew, this was only the beginning. I still had to walk back with my water! Crossing a brown rickety bridge I was relived because I saw the water pump in the middle of the path which was surrounded by several kids playing and jumping in the muddy water right next to me. I pumped the handle up and down till I finally saw clear water filling my jug and I was so ready to just go back to sleep. I took a sip of the warm water, not refreshing at all. I still had to walk home and I was just way to tired. I started to feel sleepy and my heart was pounding. My eyes slowly closed and the next thing I knew it was dark. Wherever I was, it was dark.