Looking down on the town of Kayima, place of my father's birth, my grandfather's and generations before. (click on any photo to see it full size) |
PART 1
In the 1950's a gravity fed water supply system was constructed at Kayima. The town has extended since then, the supply can't always reach the new neighbourhoods, but there are standpipes at many points where people collect water in buckets.
In 2003 I visited the dam and took a series of pictures, just after the International Rescue Committee (IRC) and the townspeople had carried out maintenance and repairs. They had managed to repair the walls of the dam, line the floor of the reservoir closest to the dam with cement and excavate a small portion of earth up to a point just before the big rock on the right. Even at that time there was more work to be done, such as excavation of the remaining soil, repairs to the stop cock, which had seized open, perhaps pruning of overhanging branches that had formed an almost complete canopy dropping leaves into the water. About 75% of the original reservoir was completely filled in by earth and organic material that had been washed in over several decades. To the best of my knowledge no maintenance work has been done since then.
From my visits to Sierra Leone just after the civil war, I was well trained in water etiquette - only drink and wash your teeth or any eating implements with tootick (the nick name then for bottled water - mostly imported). So I would only use the local water for bathing and even then I would always add a few ml of dettol. A couple of days after my arrival in Kayima I went as usual to collect bathing water, from the barrel in the house which had been filled by buckets collected from the nearest standpipe, about 100 metres away. Opening the lid I first saw then smelt what was in there passing itself off as water. It was brown and translucent but, most disturbing, had a foul sour smell I wasn't familiar with. I asked where it had come from, had anything been spilled in the drum? Had the drum been clean before use? What did the townspeople use this water for? Washing? Yes, cooking? yes. Surely not drinking? Oh yes, we are used to it. Do you boil your water? No no, said with amusement. The habit of drinking filtered UV treated packet water, the local more affordable replacement for tootick that now was the norm in Freetown and Koidu amongst those who valued their health, or amongst those who had let go of the strongly-held belief that they were immune to bad water, had not reached Sandoh.
Some times of day were worse than others apparently, at certain times of day especially mid dry season the water would stop altogether, and even the townspeople would assert that the first water in the morning was often not fit for any type of use, as it contained borroh-borroh (mud), bits of leaves and all sorts. I was told that if you were the first in the town to collect water in the morning you had to let the tap run for some time to allow it to reach the quality I had just seen in my barrel. No one could tell me definitively why it smelled. Some theorised it could be animals washing in the water, others disagreed. Few ever went up there to the reservoir. The idea of people of all ages drinking this foul liquid was worrying.
2nd February 2014. I decided to investigate the same day and on the way another expatriate Sierra Leonean, Bondu Argue who was visiting her home town Kayima from the US, joined a few of us to trek up to the reservoir. We collected one of the men who had the most interest in the dam and who had been involved with partially clearing the road, starting behind the new Fasuluku Memorial Secondary School, named after my grandfather the late paramount chief. The road behind the school had once been motorable for the first two thirds of the way, up to a place they called the Turntable, just before a gulley. So we walked out of town past the police checkpoint and the primary school and into the secondary school grounds.
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The police checkpoint |
the road out of town |
Kayima Primary School on the right, secondary school in the distance |
There were two fallen tree trunks blocking the road to the dam, they'd been there for some time and were partially rotten. They seemed to have been placed there some time ago. Probably during the school's construction, the access road had been banked up at the main road.
I could see the road had been brushed (cleared using cutlasses) within the past year or so, but it was still narrow. Hundreds of infant trees had been growing for years in the middle of the road along its entire length, some 10cm or more in diameter. A large amount of shrubs and infant trees had been cut by cutlass to clear the way, but the diagonal cuts meant the road was filled with countless sharp stumps pointing straight up, ready to impale a vehicle's tyres. The road seemed like it was about half to 3/4 of a mile long, narrow as a path in some places due to rapid new growth, which is the norm in the balmy rainy season. It was easy to walk and fairly level, rising steadily at a shallow incline of about 6 degrees (or 1 in 10), but would need a bit of clearing to drive. In places, people using the road as a footpath, together with water erosion, had eroded the road into a v shaped valley over a period of years if not decades, still it would be much less daunting than driving over a mechanic's pit once cleared.
After about 15 minutes walking we reached the 'Turntable', a wider clearing where vehicles had once stopped, dumped their building materials and turned back. In the 50's, sand, cement, stone and large 6 inch diameter iron pipes had all been lugged bit by bit on peoples heads or shoulders, down into the gulley, up the other side, and up the very steep hill (about 25 degrees incline or 1 in 2) for about 300 metres or so to the reservoir. Each length of iron pipe was 4 or 5 metres long (most likely UK colonial standard sizes) and must have weighed a fair bit. I noticed one or two lying about in the bushes but couldn't see if they were cracked or eroded. We proceeded down into the gulley, below the pipe, now visible and supported on concrete brick pillars, and then back up alongside it on an almost straight path up the hill.
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Supply pipe at the gulley |
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supply pipe damaged - wrapped with inner tube rubber |
supply pipe damaged - wrapped with inner tube rubber |
Arriving at the dam was a bit of a shock. The reservoir, estimated to have originally been at least 40 meters long by about 20 metres wide, was almost full of organic detritus as was the discoloured water in the small amount of the remaining space, approximately 5-7 metres by about 15 metres wide closest to the wall of the dam. Water in the reservoir had surface scum in places. There appeared to be evidence of eutrophication and elevated levels of total chlorophyll, indicated by the presence of brownish algal biomass. Assessing total suspended matter visually, it was not possible to see the bottom of the reservoir pool even though it was only between 1 metre and 1.5 metres at its deepest, it was possible to see the bed where it was around 30 cm deep or less. The water had a reddish yellow tint indicating coloured dissolved matter.
location estimated 8.880875, -11.171713 |
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The water was at a low level, well below the overflow line. At this point we thought this was because it was the dry season. But we were pointed to a severe leak in the dam wall on its extreme left (if facing upstream), water was streaming out through rocks and deteriorated cement (see below). It seemed much cleaner than the water inside the reservoir, suggesting it was not a direct leak, but had filtered through gravel and sand through holes in the reservoir floor.
Leak extreme left of dam coming through rocks
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Drainage sump is plugged with wood wrapped in plastic bag and anchored by a rock against water pressure |
During my grandfather's time, before his death in 1979, community maintenance by local people was the norm, but a malaise had fallen on the chiefdom in the decades since then. After the Fasuluku Sonsiama house's loss of the paramount chieftancy during the one party state, the chiefdom suffered 26 years of severe neglect by an absent paramount chief, made worse by 10 years of civil conflict in Sierra Leone ("blood diamonds" were being mined less than 30 kilometres away and combatants raided or took over the town several times during that decade). By the time the new paramount chief was elected in 2006, the well worn custom of voluntary community service to maintain roads and public infrastructure had disappeared and was replaced by a more mercenary attitude. This was exacerbated by the post-war NGO experiment of 'food-for-work', intended to encourage self help and discourage dependency. Food-for-work had the unwanted side-effect of increasing individualism and self interest, and removing people's and communities' sense of social responsibility. Now, at its worst, no communal labour is undertaken without pay, which is often not available. Villagers in Sandoh often won't clean the roads in front of their own houses, and local roads vital for trade and access to healthcare become impassable resulting in many deaths on the way to the nearest hospital, about 55km away in Koidu. People now expect incentives (cash otherwise know as 'transport', food etc.) to attend workshops designed to help them and their communities, or they simply do not attend and do not cooperate with any resulting action plans. While many may benefit from membership of local farming cooperatives, these organisations and their resources are often dominated by one or a few people, who are perceived to receive the most benefits, the organisations are often not seen locally as a means to civic action. This attitude is not universal, a minority are community activists that have a strong sense of social responsibility and will walk for tens of miles to participate in community activities.
At the dam, we debated about whether, given the above circumstances, it would be possible or we would be able to mobilise the townspeople to come voluntarily and en masse to solve this problem, and we discussed what to do next (see below, apologies for video quality):
Next: Part 2: Mobilising youth leaders, getting the support of the paramount chief, local chiefs and a deeply divided town.
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Part 2 (draft): http://sahrfasuluku.blogspot.co.uk/2014/11/kayima-gravity-fed-water-supply-dam_25.html
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Summary: Project to mobilise local authorities and whole town of Kayima, to repair and renovate Kayima gravity fed water supply dam to correct heavily polluted water being drunk by towns people, reduce water borne disease, reduce annual soil incursion and increase water resilience through the dry season.
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