I woke up early as usual. I got dressed and went to my mother, who was in the kitchen cooking the last bit of food we had. I had been thinking a lot about the food problem in my village. It had started affecting all of my neighbors too. The strong sun was damaging our gardens, and the crops we were growing were drying up. The corn and wheat were dying because there wasn’t any water source near the gardens.
I had to change this!
I thought of a plan. I remembered that my school’s library was open and that there were books about solutions for the food problem in my country, Africa. While reading, I found a picture of a water pump. I thought, “I can do this.” I got the supplies: a pump, some hoses, and a propeller. I talked with my friends and some villagers who could help.
We started the project and worked hard until nighttime. I slept well and continued working the next day. Soon, the water pump was finished. We just needed to wait for a strong wind. One day, while we were working in our gardens in the hot, dry weather, the pump finally started turning. Water began flowing — and water meant food.
The whole village was proud of me. I was the hero of our village.