“Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink.”
That line from Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,” I believe, sums up best what many in the city have been going through lately, especially the past days when, in spite of the rains, there seem to be not enough of the precious liquid to go around.
Last week, when I started writing this piece, 50 percent, or roughly two million of Maynilad’s customers were getting fewer and fewer drops from their faucets. Believe it or not, those were the lucky ones. Some places in the metropolis have been waterless for weeks, and have yet to see a single drop come out of their already rusting faucets.
It was a nightmare scenario that, a few decades ago, would have been hard to magine, given the frequency of typhoons in these islands. Truth is, I can’t recall a time in my younger years when the city went through a water crisis as severe as the one we’re having. Water was aplenty and supply was the least of the government’s problem then. However, El Nino, overpopulation and the continued mismanagement of water resources have all but turned what used to be just a bad dream into a reality, and the days of seemingly unlimited water supply is now slowly, but surely, fading into history.
And yet, in spite of the continued warnings from the experts, and amidst the daily scenes of people lining up for their daily ration of the precious liquid, the newly installed government of P-Noy still refuses to either acknowledge or declare a state of emergency. It’s still far from being a calamity, they say.
Two million residents without clean, potable water… shouldn’t that number have given them a hint already? Or maybe they were still in a state of denial…