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My name is Rhoda Chiputu, I am 10 years old.

By gregladen on May 28, 2009.

Rhoda nearly dropped out from school in 2005 as her friends used to laugh at her in class due to her poor performance. Most of the days, Rhoda could not do her home work because she had no time, as she spent most of her afternoons helping her mother fetch water.

"Now that there is a borehole in my community, the scarce potable water has become easily accessible; the distance to the water source has been much reduced; and this rainy season I have not suffered from diarrhea. I now spend less time collecting water than before and have more time to do my homework and concentrate in school. My performance is improving."

Please go visit Digital Rabbit, read Rhoda's Story, and leave a comment mentioning that you stopped by. This is a new blog doing important work and they could use some encouragement!

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