Waterless Butuan after a night’s rain

By Lito Tindoy

poor water supply

Imagine one fine early morning turned dreadful when you open the bathroom faucet and not a drop of water flowing but empty air.

You’d end up cursing probably like everyone else that beautiful morning turned sour and proclaim revolution and death to all, living and dead, whichever.

Tubig! “Putangina” (son of a bitch). You hear yourself scream in annoyance and the day turned hell. Where on Earth did the water go? You wish you in live in a Polynesian island surrounded by the Pacific Ocean.

You try to psych yourself up but it won’t work. Please, please, you beg. You cannot breathe with unwashed face and dry, unbrushed-teeth and sweaty smell. Your middle-class upbringing tells you to be hygienic and presentable when you wake up, and today is discomforting and horrible.

Tubig! The water is gone and will be back at 10 o’clock in the evening. You felt like collapsing (but go ahead, it’s nice to be lost in the planet). To think it’s still 7 o’clock in the morning and you need to run to the office. You want to drop dead instead.

The radio commentator in the same page with you—annoyed and ranting. Welcome to the club! He calls the local water district names, like inutile and others. It’s unprintable.

You forget the local water provider was a recipient of a national award last year for some funny achievement. Our neighbors called this the “comedy of the year”.And no one is cheering.

Well, why should we? We have enough of one day uncleaned and unwashed. Oh, Please check your smell!

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