For Kirinda: Our Biggest Task Yet

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For Kirinda: Our Biggest Task Yet

On any given day, the small central marketplace of Kirinda, Uganda, is sprawling with activity. Behind carts and makeshift stands, vendors sell their wares and haggle prices with customers. Children converge from all directions down winding red paths, like tributaries feeding into the current of the community. The local farm is well represented by a colorful variety of fruits and vegetables, whose sweet-smelling skins perfume the warm morning air.

Kirinda is comprised of four surrounding villages whose residents congregate at the market to do business, share news, and exchange greetings on the long walk to collect water from a local borehole shared with livestock. The villages themselves are distinct in religion and customs, but they share one devastating commonality: none have access to a clean water source.

World Water Day | Water for Kirinda from World Help on Vimeo.

This month, we commemorate World Water Day, an annual marker of remembrance and advocacy for the hundreds of millions around the world without clean water.

This year, we want to do more than we ever have before, by giving the residents of Kirinda a comprehensive water system that will enable the entire community to thrive.

A unique piping system throughout the community will connect the local school, clinic, farm, and church to a centralized clean-water source for the very first time, revolutionizing life and work for thousands of residents.

Join us today to bring the unifying power of clean water to Kirinda.

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