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It was once a peaceful village, surrounded by green hills, beautiful farms and a flowing river, whose name was Umoru. The villagers were hardworking people and lived happily together. In the morning, farmers visited their farms, women were selling food in the market, and children were walking to school with smiles on their faces.
However, when a serious drought hit the village, all that changed.
No rain was seen in the area for months. There was no water in the river, fields were parched, and earth grew hard as rock. Seeds were sown in the ground, but nothing sprang up. Animals were weakened and families were hard pressed for food.
Things got worse and worse and the villagers began to lose their hope.
One farmer lamented that they had tried all of the above. Maybe there's something wrong with our village,he said.
Elder Musa, the village chief, gathered all the villagers around in the old baobab tree.
“Never say 'no,'” he said, “we must not give up.” “This is nothing new to us.
However, the people were weary. Some shook their heads and others walked off quietly.
One of them was a twelve year old boy named Daniel. He took in what the chief said. Daniel knew they must be able to do something.
The next day, Daniel went to the dry river bed. While strolling along the cracked land, he saw something out of the ordinary. The soil was still somewhat damp under a large stone.
He quickly ran to the chief.
“Elder Musa! It's possible that there is still water under there," Daniel said excitedly.
The chief went with him to the bottom of the river. After examining the place, he called some experienced farmers and workers. They worked together and started to dig.
Initially, they didn't find anything. The people of the village laughed at them.
The people said, “You are wasting your strength.”
However, Daniel wouldn't give up.
“Oh, we have to go on trying, said he.
After a few hours, one of the workers called, “Water!Several hours later, one of the workers called out, “Water!”
All of them ran towards the hole. The water started to slowly rise out of the ground.
The villagers' eyes were in disbelief.
They worked together to dig a deeper well. Soon they had plenty of water to drink and water their small gardens.
Then the chief proposed that the simple irrigation system could be constructed from the well to the farms. Everyone contributed. Some gave the workers tools, some worked, and the women cooked the food for the workers.
After a few weeks these small green plants started to grow in the fields.
The village was transformed.
The same faces which had spoken of surrender were singing as they toiled. Schools reopened, agricultural activities resumed and markets were again buzzing with activity.
One night, Elder Musa summoned the villagers.
“An important lesson we learned today is that,” he said. Hope does not always come from us, sometimes it lies under our feet, waiting for us to seek it out.
Daniel smiled.
The village had lost virtually all of its resources, but it had found something even more significant than money: the faith to believe once more.
The people of Umoru never lost faith in God's goodness and mercy since that day. They knew how to use the dry riverbed and the little boy who didn't give up when things got hard.
Thus, this village that lost its hope became the village that found its hope again.