THE STRATHGARVE BLOG

What Happened Before

My name is Asebech I’m nine years old.

I do a lot of work in one day; I have to wake up at 6.30am. I have to collect cold water.  The nearest place I can get water from is six tiring miles away.  I have to carry a big heavy bottle to the river.  I can hear the rushing cold water.  It’s quite busy at the river.  I quickly fill my jug and head off.

The hot, bright, yellow, shining sun beams over me I get hotter and hotter.  I’ve got two more miles to go and I have to keep on going.  I can almost taste the water in my mouth even though I don’t have any in my mouth.

The cold heavy water keeps me cool.

I can see my small weak house just along the dusty dirty road.  I think to myself it’s not long till I get back.  It’s not much trouble for you to get water but it is for me.  I can feel my back getting sore but I’m nearly home.  I can smell the soft green warm grass.

 I can now see the busy school kids rushing about.  I wish that I was down there but we can’t afford the expensive school maybe one day will go if we get some money