Swimming at “zero” shillings
It pays to walk. Walking not just in places you are familiar with but most importantly, those that you are not.
Call it a blessing or luck; I walked into this “swimming pool” in Kisaasi. A small ditch from which clay was scooped to make bricks. It does not have a caretaker. So you don’t expect regular water treatment with chlorine or anything close, a life saver, life jackets or lower/deep ends.
The water here is coffee brown when settled. Disturbed, it turns to lightish (yellow).Once in; your skin instantly turns pale with visible dirty water drops.
If you are used to your upscale swimming pool, the sight of kids diving into this “mess” of water almost guarantees a sickness. And how they do it with happier than your regular kid at Didi’s amusement park in Kansanga. To them, this is their second home.
After school, they take time off to relax in this pool before going back to do their home work. On this particular day, it was a weekend that meant, a whole days’ swim for the kids. Their parents do not know of this hidden adventure of course.
From backstroke to Breaststroke I saw it all.