Nya Long Walk To Water Novels & Stories

Meazus had told Deanna about the suit. The woman, who was actually fighting her fear, tried to go through the passageway wearing a suit that looked like a raincoat. “I won't let us die here. I still want to hear my babies say their first words, and I'm also waiting for the twins' first steps.” They had been there for almost twelve hours and hadn't gotten a single drop of water. Deanna also needed water because she was breastfeeding the twins. The woman didn't want to let her ego get in the way of staying there without doing anything, while they all needed water and food.

She saw freedom stitched into sequins and dreams that stretched beyond the horizon. Her throat tightened. Could she really do it? Could a girl from Umuaka truly step into that world? She lifted the heavy pot onto her head and began the long walk home. The road was uneven, dust clinging to her ankles, but each step carried the rhythm of determination. The chatter of women, the laughter of children, the creak of cart wheels — all of it blurred into a distant hum. Promise focused only on the sound of her own breathing, as though the world itself was daring her to endure its weight.

He adjusted the camera, tapped record, and looked into the lens. “They told me to step away from Echo. That if I didn’t, they’d expose me—say I stole money, say I faked my credentials. They offered money. Then threats. But here’s what I know...” He glanced behind him. A nurse waved through a dusty window. A mother with her baby smiled as she stepped out of the clinic. “Echo gave this village clean water. It helped us train midwives. It paid for malaria treatments. I don’t know Lena O’Connell’s entire past. I don’t know what they say about her. But I know what she built. I know what we built.”

So taking a bottle of water from my backpack, I walk to the stairs of the building that no one else uses, and with a lot of courage, I start climbing them. It's a really difficult path, with stairs that seem like they will never end, I keep going up and up through endless floors, which make me sweat and feel tired, having to rest and take water every so often, but still determined to get to Dominik's office, I continue on my way, despite how difficult it is.

“But before…” “Before, I loved you.” “Now I don’t.” After I said that, he said nothing for a long time. I ended the call and refused to let this take any more of my attention. Half an hour later, he sent me a video. He had gone into the mountain anyway. In the recording, the wind howled. Snow lashed across the screen. His lips were already purple from the cold, and his voice shook. “Serena… look. This is where we took that photo last year…”

That calm, loaded tone of hers. Weasel was already used to it by now. "Food and water, obviously. Gas, too, if you've got it." Food took time to grow, and gasoline was practically liquid gold, but water was the one thing Nicole could get with almost no effort at all. She rubbed the bridge of her nose and answered casually, "I know people. I can get water." Weasel's eyes practically lit up. "How much water?" Seriously? If he had known that earlier, they never would've wasted time hauling seawater around for pocket change!

“I thought she might die.” “But she didn’t.” And she won’t–not from this anyway. Plenty of these people will not make it to their intended destination. I’ve overheard them talking about other burials already. People have gotten sick from drinking dirty water. A snake bit a little girl. Someone fell from a wagon and was crushed. They haven’t even run into Atsila Wa Ya yet. When they do, well, only the strongest will make it out alive. But that doesn’t mean Ginny won’t make it.

She smiled as she collected it from me. We got to the compound where we would fetch the water. It was not so far from my house. Everyone kept staring at Ivory. After we got the water, we carried it and exited. Ivory kept changing hands and I wanted to laugh. Halfway to the house, she dropped the bucket carefully and fanned herself with her hands. "Fuck. I had no idea the water I enjoyed at home was what people struggled to get here. What is your government doing?" She asked. With the two gallons still hanging from my hand, I teased her. "Women like you here can carry these gallons in my hand and you are whining about this small bucket."

one of Wei’s men said as they look at him. “Is- Is that water safe? I looks dangerous and unpleasant.” the other asks making everyone sigh. Amos then walk towards Lana and went behind her. Amos uses his head and push Lana to the edge of the water falls. “Yes, they want us to drink to.” Lana said as she leans to the water and uses her hand to fetch some water. She gasps when she raises the water in her hand and the water’s color changes then clears. Not just that but the water is sparkling like a thousands of diamonds.

As they walked, he began to tell stories. “Million years ago, Chief Liquido, leader and king of all water bender that rule us all. They have protected the biomes for all their lives. Trained how to use the power of the almighty God given to us. Not just to know how to use it, but also the right use of our power. We taught to fight not for our lives, but for the welfare of the whole water nation.