Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Fixed the water tank this week...

Our upper water tank is leaking.  This is the tank that is placed on a raised platform to deliver  water under “pressure” to the mission apartments in the back of the assembly hall.  Truth be known it has been leaking for many months now but that was good because it alleviated the need to water the pineapple planted under the tank platform.  We had planned a trip to Abuja for Jack’s 11th birthday.  As we were leaving, Clement, head of security and maintenance, asked if I would turn off the pump so he could pull down the tank to fix the leak.  No problem.  We returned three days later to see the ground under the platform a lot muddier than I remembered it.  After further investigation… the tank had been dropped during the original removal process when the twine, I mean rope, they were using broke, dropping the tank and more notably the float switch 20 feet to the ground.  Attempts to repair the leak with non-flexible super glue mixed with sand were unsuccessful.  In fact the leak had grown. 

I joined a second effortwhere the tank was removed again to the ground and bathroom tile and shower caulk was used to stem the flow of water.  This attempt looked promising until the bottom 6” of the tank started to settle and buckle under the water weight. I believe this was caused by the fact that the tank had been dropped and the float switch was now full of water and no longer functioning, causing the tank to overfill and a deluge of water started pouring out the top of the tank.  I heard school children yelling “Uncle, Uncle” with such enthusiasm I wondered if armed militia were moving in to use our school compound as a staging point for their intended coup over the Nigerian Government.  After my heart rate returned to normal, I climbed the tower to troubleshoot the float switch problem.  I should have turned off the power at the breaker panel.  This next part may be obvious to those of you with a background in electricity.  When I reached the top of the platform and manually tripped the float switch, I noticed that the coupler on the fill pipe was cross threaded and leaking, this I know I can fix “No Wahala” as they say here, meaning no trouble.  When I undid the coupler, the water, being overfull in the tank, started flooding out.  As if in slow motion, I saw the column of  water shooting straight for the wire nuts that connect the float switch to the pump starter box.   As I was being electrocuted, I yelled to my lovely and helpful Wife of my youth to cut the power at the breaker panel.  During this time - I think it was about 3 years - I learned that increased distance from the actual source of electricity corresponded to decreased intensity of the shock to my body.  Why not just let go?  A) The tower is about 20’-25’ up above hard dirt and rock, and B)when this fiasco started the float switch dropped, which turned on the pump, which pushed water up the fill line (ultra thin wall PVC pipe), which was now freely flowing with water.  To just let go would mean to have to buy a new pipe to replace the fill line.  After this trauma was over, we decided the tank need to come down again to be re-patched. 

Clement and his crack team of tank repair specialists were on it first thing the next morning. Clement had secured some new “special” glue that I discovered, (once the repair was finished and the tank back up and filling) looked a lot like the original non-flexible super glue/sand mixture and worked just as well. 

Down comes the tank for the fourth time but I have a secret weapon…  While the tank is being removed I quickly grab my machine, use a bike pump to fill the back tire, which apparently has developed a “slow” leak, run to Ganaja village 12 k away to purchase flashing tape.  While in Ganaja, it turns out the slow leak has increased.  I curse myself for not bringing the super glue and some sand!  As luck would have it, a vulcanizer (picture Les Schwab here using hammers, broken leaf springs, pistons filled with gasoline and a 5 hp compressor) was nearby to fix the problem.  I just opted for the quick shot of air and was off.   Side Note:  Anyone coming to Nigeria will notice that these vulcanizers exist in every village and about every 3-5 kilometers of open road with a back log of work and a customer or two waiting. 

Upon my return, I was informed that the main water tank was dry and we were completely out of water at the compound, not just the apartments.   This changed the priorities of our work plan being that many, many people depend on the school well for water during the dry season, which we are now in.  I don’t think that I mentioned yet that the temperature this day was well over 100 degrees and all this work is on the sunny side of the building.  After 30 minutes of frantically troubleshooting the motor starter box from breaker through the capacitor, I determine it must be the float switch in the big (lower) tank.  As women stood waiting with empty buckets on their heads, I climbed on top of that tank to enter and check the switch and I discovered, to my chagrin, that the tank was full and “the tank is dry” really only meant  the ¼ turn valve where people get their water was not working.  Happily, I  tightened the packing nut on the valve stem; “NO WAHALA!” 

Back to the original problem.  I used a sander to clean off all the previous attempts at patching the hole and found that the super glue/sand mixture is very hard and probably useful for fixing… say an engine block or for refinishing the tip of a well drilling auger.  When I finished cleaning and prepping the outside of the tank and putting the flashing tape in place, I went to do the same on the inside of the tank.  As warning lights were going off in my head and I recalled all the safety meetings I had attended, focusing on confined space entry training, I discovered that this super glue/sand mixture could perhaps also be used as a chemical weapon in a pinch.  When the flashing  tape was in place, after many trips poking my head out to fresh air, it was time to replace the tank for what I prayed would be the last time. 

Before sending the tank up, I took a last look at the float which had been repaired with -  you guessed it - super glue and sand.  While inspecting the craftsmanship of this repair, I realized that when the float had been removed for repair, the counter weight had not been secured away from the float and this, too, would cause the float switch to not function. 

When the float was set up correctly and the tank was back in place we threw the breaker and waited.  The tank filled, the pump tripped off, and (after fixing the small leak in the fill line that was created when the fill line was dropped during the final tank install), we were all happy.  People are looking at the tank today and probably wondering if the tank is empty, because I think this is the first time since our arrival that there has not been at least a small leak. 

 

I will be sad when the pineapple dies.

 

P.S.  While this blog post sits in the draft folder waiting for final editing and approval the float switch has apparently failed again. As the tank is over flowing out the top I am still looking for the answer to this question:  What is super glue and sand good for???

Friday, November 19, 2010

The girls also helped me make pesto!

Yay for God!

This week the Muslim community is celebrating "Sallah," so school was closed
for a few days. How lucky am I to be pulling out my children's Bible and
teaching songs to these girls on the back porch? They came to visit and
show off their new clothes, but I KNOW they took home a new tune or two!

splash!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Thanks KG for the sewing machine!

What we have been blessed with is a blessing here! Kids are tough on school
uniforms. Can you imagine your kids in only ONE shirt and pair of knickers
from 7:30 to 2 five days a week??? No such thing as a spare set.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

December 09 from the hill behind the school

Sometimes it's hard to know what to say

This morning all the children from our church were to come with their fasting – no food, no water – at 7 a.m. for prayers.  I went with the boys for about a half hour, but since we go to the market for the food for the school children on Saturdays, I had to come home and make lists and count money and things like that.  While I was there I heard a story about “children you should pray because…” where, long story short, a robber captured a little girl, but after locking her in a trunk and later abandoning the vehicle, she was recovered – because her brothers and sisters were praying.  The other story was about a woman who put her 3 children on a motorcycle this week to transport them to school but they were gruesomely killed.  So children should pray.  And then another story was that a woman was riding as fee payer on the back of a motorcycle and it started to rain and the driver offered her a white handkerchief to keep her head dry.  She refused several times and then put it on him, at which time he disappeared.  There she was on the motorcycle alone.  So never accept a white handkerchief and children you should pray.

Oh, how I pray that as they grow in Christ scriptures will be used by our church to back up the reason and power of prayers for children!!

Anyway, after about 15 minutes of singing with the kids, it got very noisy.  Lots of shouting Holy Ghost Fire! which could be heard in my bedroom with doors closed although coming from the clinic across the way.  Ben came after a bit and said “Mom, I think they are telling lies.  They said people sometimes curse money and put it on the ground and if you pick it up, you would turn into a snake or a tortoise.  Then said she was praying and saw a cat so they are all shouting Holy Ghost Fire at my cat and I think trying to kill it.”  Jack said the leader (our pastor’s wife) shouted at him to close his eyes and pray, but he was praying.  He said it was just really loud and hard to concentrate with people wiggling their arms and shouting and on their knees squirming and everything.  And he mentioned that the other big boys were eyes opened too, looking at their friends like they were going crazy.

Sometimes it is hard to know what to say.  Discussions will continue.  I tried to explain that witchcraft is much more obvious here and they are all familiar with it, so take the Bible very literally when it says we are overcomers.  I also explained God hears their prayers and knows they are trying.  We don’t need to do exactly as they do, and in fact we shouldn’t if it’s just for eye service.  We need to remember they would feel uncomfortable in our church services too.  But God remains the same, and meets us where we are!

 

November 2010 from the same rock

Saturday, November 13, 2010

perspective overlooking the school

The Niger is in the background. There are kids on the soccer field if you
look closely. The assembly hall and class blocks are in the center far
right.

Emi-woro

This picture is from the same position, turning to my left a bit and
overlooking the thriving metropolis of Emi-woro. Devin is looking at the
kids on the soccer field.

wheeeee!

To the naked eye this just looks like some Nigerian boys having fun.  What is cool is there is a Hausa boy, two Fulanis, an Igbo, and an Igala boys.  All speaking English as their second language and having widely different backgrounds.  I love it!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Steph catching up on some computer work

Goodbye personal space

N.E.P.A Never Expect Power Always

We just finished a 2 day warning strike with all Government, Banks and Utilities closing down.  We find out tomorrow if this becomes a “real” strike that could last an undefined amount of time.  We have stocked up on fuel for the generator but I would have been happier if they could have slotted the strike for rainy season when temps are in the 80’s.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Dis ember Months

Today I suppose would be considered a typical day.  I was in the rafters at the boarding house installing the wiring for new security lights.  When Ezekambe, our security man on duty, came and said “come”.  This could mean many different things.  This time however, as I was soon to find out, it meant there are four revenue officers in the HM’s office with two armed policemen waiting at the door.  Sometimes less information is more but not this time I think a heads-up would have been nice.  After explaining to the head revenue man for the third time in as many months that we paid all our fees last January and produced some receipts to back up our claims they left.  I’m not sure but it might have had something to do with me directing the conversation to the fact that they felt a need to bring armed “policemen” to our mission school and to any who have been here and know Miss Agnes, our HM, know that she is not a real threat.  After the revenue man repeated several times “it’s not like that”,  I think he realized it was like that and politely left.  After they left Pastor John and Agnes were discussing how the police uniforms didn’t match and they were either off duty or not actual policemen hired for the purpose intimidating people to collect extra “taxes”.

 

We have been told and remember last year after we arrived the “Dis ember Months” (these months ending in “ember”) are crazy everyone is out trying to get what they can before Christmas, or X-mas as they call it here.  You expect different agencies out on the roads trying to get the “year end bonus” and we are taking extra precautions when traveling because for less reputable people on the roads this time of year.  But I was not expecting them at the school admin building.   AH NIGERIA as we are learning to say…  

trip to the zoo

WOW a bus!

I think the boarding students liked the bus ride at least as much as they
liked the zoo. I taught them "wheels on the bus" with a verse that said
"the Fulani on the bus say (point out window) see Cowoo..." Guess what
happened on the way home? The Fulani on the bus pointed out the window and
said "See cowoo" not once, but twice.