We arrived again at the drilling site but this time things were less hectic. The drillers had gone out to get more diesel and some of the younger boys filled a truck with the sand around the borehole site because it made good cement. They filled their truck with so much sand that it got stuck and when the drillers returned they were so mad and made the boys bring it back.
When the drilling started again water had already started to come out of the hole. They drilled another 20 meters and Lerian and Moshi had a meeting with the team to figure out the next steps.
They guessed (there will be proper tests later) that in the worst case scenerio the well might produce 5000 litres/hour which means that in an 8 hour day that means 40,000 litres of water, so if you divide that up between the community it is around 20 litres per person. They decided to drill another 10 meters down just to be safe which meant that the drillers had to go out and get some more diesel which took another few hours.
So for the rest of the afternoon we sat and sang and talked and laughed and waited for the drilling to resume. The ladies made us lunch and we got to really know the community.
When they drilled the last 10 meters water shot straight out into the sky. They kept drilling.
The sun had gone down when the water really started to shoot out and under the stars in the middle of a small village in Tanzania the lives a small group of people got alot easier.
I waited for Moshi and Lerian while they talked to the drillers and I looked up and the night sky. The cicadas sang their songs. The glow of the drilling rig sat looking at me, smiling.