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- Article author: 嶋泰宣
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As soon as I finished the online baseball class, I arranged for a flight and was drawn to
To put it more realistically and rudely, I wanted to interact with the people of Makoko, who survive in the most substandard living conditions in Nigeria, so I immediately flew there.
I don't have any particular acquaintances there, and when I asked the kids I met at an online baseball class about Makoko, they said they'd never been there and had no desire to go, that it was a very dangerous slum.
In Nigeria, where the internet environment is unstable, it was difficult to even research Makoko, so we decided to go on a whim, renting a car locally (unlike in Japan, rental cars come with a local driver) and headed to Makoko.
The driver also told us to turn back immediately if we felt unsafe, and that this was an area where our lives really couldn't be guaranteed... Should we really go? To be honest, I don't want to go.
I asked the driver for some help and we headed from the ground to Makoko.
After driving a few hundred meters, the car was surrounded by 7-8 strong men, yelling and banging on the windows. The driver tried to escape, but couldn't move the car!
The reason the car couldn't move was because those men were holding it up lol
The car was moved to the side of the road, and an angry voice shouted at us, not in English but in the local language.
The driver opened the window a little and we had a conversation.
As I don't understand ethnic terminology, I had no idea what was going on and was really nervous (lol).
The discussion is over, and with whose permission did he come into Makoko?! (# ゚Д゚)
That's what I heard. Makoko is a huge sea slum that is made up of seven ethnic groups and stretches 22 kilometers in length. I was immediately held up in the first ethnic group area and was captured in the land area before the sea.
He said he would take me to the First Ethnic Chief, and that I should greet him and get his permission.
I was led cautiously into a back alley and into a pitch black church inhabited by strong men?
I was guided to a place like this. I could vaguely see someone in the back,
Are you Japanese? Are you from JICA?
Although they are Japanese, they are not from JICA.
We hate the Japanese. The water pipes you installed broke in a month and now only seawater comes out. No matter how many times we ask for repairs, no one comes.
When will we be able to drink decent water!? (# ゚Д゚)
(I was thinking to myself, "It's not JICA, we didn't set it up, who knows?")
However, since it was like trespassing on the premises, and the online baseball class was also supported by JICA, I will contact JICA. I explained that I can't tell if it's possible to repair it without first looking at the water pipes.
So, we immediately set off to check for water supply, surrounded by the ethnic chief and strong men.
Anyway, they were speaking in ethnic slang so I had no idea what they were saying, and sometimes when our eyes met they looked angry or had a creepy smile...I just wished they'd hurry up and get to the water tap.
We arrived at the water tap and it was indeed a very impressive water tap; when we turned the tap, water came out.
I tried drinking it, but it was extremely salty seawater... The system pumps up seawater, filters it, and produces fresh water, and I quickly realized that the problem was that the filtration system wasn't working properly.
The filtration system is even equipped with solar panels, making it an impressive device that is practical for Nigeria, where there is a shortage of electricity.
However, the electrical wire coming out of the filtration device is cut halfway.
The electric wires had been stolen... Not only in Nigeria, but in Africa as a whole, there is a shortage of iron, and it is very expensive. Electric wires are often stolen in various places.
To the ethnic leader, I am neither an electrical engineer nor a JICA employee, so I don't know the exact details, but
I saw that the power lines were down and the filtration system wasn't working. I told them that I thought it would start working again once the power lines were restored.
The answer is, do it right away!!!
No, no, lol. I'm not an electrical engineer, nor am I from JICA.
Is there anyone in Makoko who can repair this broken wire? I asked again, and was told that the fourth ethnic group is a mechanic ethnic group that makes a living by repairing home appliances and reselling the products. So why don't you ask a fourth ethnic group member to repair it?
However, there is ethnic conflict involved, so it is not that simple...
So, I had no choice but to post on the WhatsApp group I created for the online baseball class, asking if I knew any friends or acquaintances who work as electricians in the Makoko area of Lagos and could come over right away. I found one person, and he agreed to come.
They quickly repaired the electrical wire and the filtration system started working again.
However, if the solar panel storage function is not working, you will need to rely on electricity all the time.
It was inefficient, but we decided to hand the responsibility over to JICA and ask them to continue repairing and maintaining the facility.
As long as there was electricity, fresh water instead of seawater was coming out, and the problem was resolved.
Before I knew it, just before noon, my car was surrounded and I was being carried away, and when I looked around, night was fast approaching.
The ethnic leader says he hates and resents the Japanese, but that's not the case with you.
He asked me if I would like to show him around the village, so we decided to walk around the First Ethnic Village.
~To be continued~
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