Tuesday, June 5, 2018

The story about Charlie and Maria.

The story is about Charlie.

This is a story about two girls and they are Charlie and Maria.
Hi my name is Charlie and I have no school.   I feel really sad because I have no school at all.     
I do some chores, one of them is getting water for my family.   Walking the 12 kilometers per day to the dried riverbed  makes me tired sometimes. I carry a bucket on my head when I go to fetch the water for my whanau.  One day, Mum said to me, “Time to get up Charlie! I want you to go and fetch me some water.”   I don’t want to let my family down so I go and get some water.  

I wear a green and brown necklace to keep my neck long and I wear a bracelet on my long, strong arms.  I will rather go to school then go and fetch some water for my family.  Some of her friends were already there they already had some water. Charlie walked slowly, carefully balancing the precious water.  Half a bucket was enough for Charlie's family and enough for cooking and some water for the garden to grow more tasteful vegetables.

She threw the leftover sand in the can away and filled it with mud again.  And again, and again, until her bucket was half full. That was all she could carry.  It took half an hour. Many years ago, a river had run through their village, but it dried up when severe droughts stuck that part of Kenya.  Later in the day, Charlie made the long journey to the river bed all over again.

This story is about Maria.
Hi my name is Maria and I am healthy and my life is different to Charlie’s.  I grow delightful fresh vegetables and I also grow grains that keeps me healthy.  Life was much more easier for me I live less than 100 kilometers away from Charlie's village.  

When I am ever thirsty I just hold a mug under the tap in front of my house and I go to school every single day.  I am happy all the time because of what I have. How can my life be so different to Charlies and I also don’t wear the same staff as Charlies I don’t wear a necklaces  and I also don’t wear a bracelet I wear nan of those things.  It all began in 1978 when two kiwi scientist came to my village.  

There had been no raining for years, and the local river had dried up.  They worked out a way to bring water back to the village. There idea was to dig a canal  from the river kerio, the only river is the region that still had water flowing in it.  It would be a huge jod for all of us. Then the.
people listened to both of their ideas then they all agreed to both of their ideas and then they
went with their ideas.  

They all felt tired, beaten because that's what they all felt like.  The canal would have to be 6.5 kilometers long and about 3 meters deep.  They told them that digging will take a long time, and they couldn’t be absolutely sure that it would work.  But the only food they eat from was from the ministers truck and it never rained for the next two year.

For the next two years, up to a thousand people at a time helped to dig the canal.  They came from many villages in the district. All the digging was done by hand. Over two years, more than 250,000 tonnes of earth were carried away in wheelbarrows.  Gates were built at the river end so that when the canals was finished, the water could turn on and of.

Then the big day came.  A crowd of people stood and watched as the gates slowly opened.  Everyone shouted with excitement when the water came bubbling through into the canal and flowed all the way down to the village and fields and last of all they dont have a key for any of their doors.

Have you been thinking about living in another country and have been wondering about supporting them and organising


THE END





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