It's been months I've been elaborating on a post to publish on Water. I am deadly attracted and always remain fascinated by this resource. Seeing crytal water flowing, hearing its constant melody blowing, feeling the unfolding fresh air caressing my face are for me a renewable unique source of joy and happiness.
My perception on its availability is often mixed as I would think of it as abundant and scarse at the same time. My childwood has been shaped and marked by water as a scarse commodity. I grew up in a big city, Douala, but I remember back then it was clean, tidy and a little bourgeois. The city was in its early urbanization after the country's independence. It was not yet a victim of youth exodus from the countryside. My father fled as a teen from the countryside after my grandfather died, to his aunt in then the colonial main port of Cameroon.
My perception on its availability is often mixed as I would think of it as abundant and scarse at the same time. My childwood has been shaped and marked by water as a scarse commodity. I grew up in a big city, Douala, but I remember back then it was clean, tidy and a little bourgeois. The city was in its early urbanization after the country's independence. It was not yet a victim of youth exodus from the countryside. My father fled as a teen from the countryside after my grandfather died, to his aunt in then the colonial main port of Cameroon.
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