DELUGE THE ORPHANAGE
DELUGE THE ORPHANAGE
We are a twenty June two thousand eight, it is the rainy season in Douala, manners have already adapted to it and twenty an hour you raining for the orphanage of compassion Mom announces that a new day of drudgery because the next day he will drive the soil water with brush and greenhouse stone. For now, this setback does not disrupt the seven orphans lying on beds of fortune made a scholarly association cinder and door from the former orphanage.
Dormitory veranda of the orphanage
When the mother of the president responsible orphanage compassion mom turns ever on her bed, she still has back pain. This is the consequence of a sudden move which brought her back to the test because it has stayed a week in the rain. This is often the price paid by the victims of a policy of urbanization made in haste, as if we wanted to turn Douala in Paris in two months. Mostly they used to say we can not build without destroying it.
Overview drain Front view dormitory
The children sleep quietly at night in rainy seasons is more gentle heat and mosquitoes took a break. At least in regard to heat it disappeared for mosquitoes marres and puddles became improbable, dangerous for reproduction because they have become aware of water and disrupting the lives of small larvae at this time, they are certainly at risk of extinction in this period. For children it is a pleasure to be lying more to rain and for them the last bite is already a distant memory. It is the height of happiness to stay on after the rain from the night in a place as sweet and soft.
But an unusual lightning just wake up Mom compassion as we call in the neighborhood. Can no longer turn a blind eye on his mind wanders his concerns. It followed a sudden noise crossover metal crosses. When she met the light its floating base, this is not serious water comes only at the ankle and it is not the first time, you just book a few hours of chore tomorrow. It is far to imagine that the flood will live on a small scale.
It ignores that the drain in front of the porch is transformed into a dangerous torrent, it has already overflowed and bring it up until yesterday was that the cuisine. The bridge for which they were déguerpis disappeared under water. This bridge reflected what was left of the budget by diverting the contractor.
THE BIDGE OF BONALOKA VIEW OF THE DRAIN
It took a few minutes to understand that the situation was serious. You must call the fire department, but she understands the need to fend for themselves when they reply to phone the emergency department to take a canoe or swim with his seven children aged from eight months to sixteen years.
It understands that the priority has changed it fallaut save lives, the hard-won provisions are abandoned. The screams grow they choke in the rain. The only shelter at this time is the bed floor.
Fortunately, the sun is already up and the neighbors, the first to stand understood the situation, as they lend a hand and it is through the roof they have left the orphanage and since then psychosis reign it rains every concerns arise even if the big rainy season draw to the end.
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