Water and Health Issues in Naivasha Town

The lack of a proper water delivery system is a real problem in Naivasha. It’s hard to believe that a town sitting beside a lake would have so many problems with a lack of water. It is even harder to believe when you realise that farmers way up on the mountains around Naivasha used to have enough water. In Eburru, the mountain on the north side of the lake, there are giant water tanks which used to provide the whole community.

Many people in Naivasha town have to rely on the water sellers. The municipality pumps water from their large bore hole each day but the supply is divided between the various parts of town. As a result we get water on Monday and Friday while others get it on other days of the week. When you build your place you are required to put in your own water pipes. The water company then connects your pipe to their main supply line.

Many homes and businesses do not have the luxury of having their own pipes or a water storage cistern. For this reason they rely on the “water boys” for their daily supply. There are a few bore holes scattered about town where people go to buy the water. For those who require more or are able to afford it, they buy a tank load which is brought by a tractor. But most people just buy their water from the donkey drivers.

Water being delivered by donkey

It is not uncommon to see donkeys pulling carts over laden with water barrels, being beaten relentlessly with a whip to encourage them to move faster under their heavy load. Many donkeys often have open wounds and are covered in scars due to the harsh treatment they endure. The RSPCA has an education campaign to encourage better treatment of animals, but that seems to be having little impact.

This week the health minister in town decided that the donkeys were a health threat in the community. He has subsequently banned the transport of water by this means. This has left most with few alternatives. Water delivered by the municipality either does not exist or it is provided too infrequently. Water delivered by tractor is just too expensive. The result has been a water shortage in town. Homes and businesses have subsequently run dry.

How much can people take before they cry “enough”? It is one thing to ban something and force people to use alternatives. But what happens when there are no other alternatives, or when the alternatives are priced beyond the means of the common person? Clean and sufficient water should be a human right. But here in Naivasha, on the shores of a drying lake, that does not seem to be the case.

The word on the street is that the water donkeys have been banned to stop the spread of typhoid. The disease – together with malaria – apparently occurs in epidemic proportions in the community. Whenever someone is ill and goes to the district hospital, nine times out of ten they are told that they have malaria. And if it isn’t malaria you can be sure that it will be typhoid. Sometimes they are told they even have both.

Entrance to the District Hospital

Fever? Must be Malaria. Or maybe Typhoid.

A while back a participant at a conference being run at the centre suddenly started feeling unwell. The local hospital told her that she had typhoid. All our water is boiled and filtered. If she ended up with typhoid then she would have brought it with her. But we thought that her symptoms made the flu a much more likely diagnosis.

Then a second participant started feeling unwell. The local hospital diagnosed him too with typhoid.

When the third participant was told she had typhoid, she refused to accept the diagnosis and did not take the medicine. She struggled through and then went to see her doctor in Nairobi. The diagnosis there? The flu.

We have seen so many people wrongly diagnosed. Either malaria or typhoid, those are the two options. The local health authority even asked us why we were not treating our daughter for malaria when she had a fever. But we refused to go with the consensus.

We know of people who have even died here in Naivasha as a result of being wrongly treated for malaria or typhoid. There was a young girl a while back who was not only wrongly diagnosed but then overdosed on the wrong medication. We had hoped her death would lead to reform. But it was not to be.

Another tragic incident happened last month to one of the employees at the centre. His daughter suddenly became unwell. The local hospital diagnosed his five year old child with malaria. When she didn’t get better he became concerned and discharged her from hospital, took her on a matatu (local taxi) and brought her to a hospital in Nakuru. They found that she didn’t have malaria, but meningitis. Sadly, by that time the damage had been done. Now, though she is alive, she can no longer use her arms and legs properly. She is now disabled due to the wrong diagnosis and treatment being given at the local hospital.