Work was getting a little dull.
I had met with a farmer group in the morning to hear about the techniques they used for mango farming. I had typed up my findings. There was no more work to be done.
I left the office an hour early to bike home.
Once I reached my compound, I decided to do some laundry. I took my metal bucket, filled it with water and walked to the drain in my bedroom. After soaking a pair of briefs in water, I took my sunlight soap and rubbed it all over the damp material. I got a good lather going. Once I was satisfied the briefs were clean, I squeezed out the soap. I poured water over them. I soaked them in the bucket again and hung them up to dry. Rinse, lather, rinse, repeat.
The cycle went on.
Outside, the winds were picking up. I glanced out of my door and saw the trees moving back and forth in frenzy. I saw the leaves blowing across the ground in circles. The dry soil followed in suit.
I closed my screen door.
I went to the window. I saw the dark clouds approaching. The shop owners knew they had little time left – they hastily packed up their belongings and brought them to the nearest compound for safekeeping. The men sitting under the tree out front sought out cover under my compound’s front porch.
The rains began.
I continued to soak my clothing as the rains beat against the tin roof above me. I continued to lather as my toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss were blown from their perch on my windowsill. I continued to rinse and hang up my clothing.
I looked out my screen door, and noticed that people were gathered.
Women who were passing, men who were near, and children who had not foreseen the rains sat there. They were all watching the rains fall.
After 11 days without rain, their drought was broken. Their planted seeds could survive. Their work might not be fruitless.
I couldn’t help but smile.
I walked back to the drain. Rinse, lather, rinse, repeat.
The cycle continued.