Tanzania Book Part 5
Epilogue
Each night when I drink a glass of water, I often think of Moshi, and the memories wash over me.
Each night when I drink a glass of water, I often think of Moshi, and the memories wash over me.
This is my story. The stories I tell are the ones that hold me up, that keep me going, that feed me hope.
Water began flowing to the different distribution points throughout Iyoli.
Moshi, Juma, and I were at the site every day to make sure that things were getting done.
In many ways, our engineer was crazy and messed up.
Things that were once green were starting to turn brown.
Despite the recent setback, life continued—progress continued.
A few days later, work resumed at the project site.
I debated whether I even wanted to share this part of this story, but I will.
Today, I met Bar from Innovation: Africa - the woman who helped bring this project on.