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I recall the borehole known as the far borehole  back at my secondary school. It was called the far borehole  because it was located a good distance away from the hostel. The first time I went to the borehole, it felt like I was traveling. But the gravity of the distance hit me when I was heading back with a bucket-full of water. Why? Majorly because when I was heading to the boarding house, my mum got me a unique bucket. It was a really larggggge bucket…and very heavy. So heading back to the hostel with the bucket-full of water was war😂😂😂. But the good thing about boarding houses is that your bucket is never yours, so it saved my head😂 One other annoying thing about the borehole was the everlasting queue. You had to queue and wait until the seniors were done getting water before you could get yours. The waiting was endless sometimes, and the sun didn’t help either. However, the good part is that eventually you get clean drinking water. Only on few occasions do I recall going bac