Although there were a million unique, unforgettable moments during our seven days in Kenya, raising the 24,000 liter tank stands out in my mind as the turning point of the week. Early on Wednesday we rallied with the crew to carry the final lengths of pipe down the road. After a morning’s worth of trench digging, pipe connecting, and backfilling, the final length was buried in the ground and everyone’s spirits were high. The week had begun with a distinct divide between the local Maasai crew in Kenya and the engineers, the “Mzungus (white people in Maasai).” Language barriers created forced interactions, and a lack of communication forged a lack of trust on both sides.
As the pipeline crept its way through the dry, rocky landscape, though, that barrier began to dissolve. As I watched Brandon and Simon perfect the pipe couplings, saw Jesse and Bernard meticulously apply the coupling tape, ducked for cover as Brian and Peter hacked away at a giant boulder, and shouldered the heavy pipes with Denis, I witnessed a change I never believed would happen. Everyone was working together.
In movies and in stories it seems so logical that two groups should be able to cross invisible boundaries to rally around a common cause, but in reality it’s rarely that simple. Cultural barriers meant that bonding wasn’t as simple as bringing a case of beer over to chat over after a long day. Instead, trust was built in the day-to-day interactions- taking over digging when someone was tired or continuing to work when everyone else had decided it was break time.
The raising of the tank was the prime culmination of the week. Community members joined our crew as everyone contributed ideas as to how we were going to get this massive tank on top of the meter high platform. Eventually, we combined the best ideas and placed ourselves to test the most slapdash plan we had put together all week. The tallest of us were at the head of the tank to lift it and push it onto the platform. Two of the shorter, stronger guys were on either side of the tank to use the extra pipes as levers to lift the sides. Four more were on the backside of the tank to use ropes to pull the head of the tank upwards with a conglomeration of ropes we found at a nearby homestead.
Our system was completely contingent on trust. If even just one person gave up, the balance would be thrown off and the tank would topple. We all tensed as the countdown went off and the tank began to move. In that moment we were finally all completely joined in our common purpose. We were a team moving in-sync, in perfect balance with one another. As the tank leveled with a thud and scraped across the platform a cheer erupted and hugs and high-fives abounded. We had accomplished one of our biggest goals for the trip: creating a true, lasting partnership of trust and collaboration.