We spent the day with Sarah and Peninah, as they walked from farm-to-farm, encouraging neighbors to buy one, too. Sarah did most of the talking. Peninah would stand quietly behind, holding the hose and spraying their gardens. Neighbors would scream and soon, every family member would emerge from the house, eager to take a turn with the remarkable pump.
We walked down narrow paths on our way back to Peninah’s home. With Peninah up ahead, Sarah turned back and whispered heartbreaking news. Only a few weeks ago, a short illness unexpectedly took Peninah’s husband's life. “I think she’s still in shock,” Sarah said sadly.
With her kids following close behind, Peninah walked us behind her house, we passed her husband’s new grave, to her fields. She showed us her tomatoes, maze, onions, and spinach. We sat on a rock and ate her avocados. She pointed to where she plans to extend her plot to increase her business in the local market.





