The Last Drop - A Boy, A Bottle, and A Village

It hadn’t rained in the village of Gbara for 67 days. The sun scorched the land, the wells dried up, and people whispered that the gods had abandoned them.

Among the villagers was a stubborn 12-year-old boy named Tunde. His mother had fallen ill from dehydration, and the clinic had no water left. Everyone waited for government help but Tunde couldn’t wait.

At midnight, he grabbed an old lantern and set off for the abandoned well deep in the forest. They said it was haunted that people went there and never came back. But Tunde had only one thought:

“If I can bring back one bottle of water, Mama will survive.”

The forest was silent too silent.

Suddenly, the ground beneath him gave way, and he fell into a dark pit. As he groaned in pain, he realized he had landed beside the forgotten well.

There was water. Real water.

With shaking hands, he filled the bottle, tied it to his belt, and began climbing. The climb was brutal. A branch tore his leg. Something moved in the shadows. But he never let go of that bottle.

At dawn, Tunde limped into the village dusty, bleeding, but holding up a single bottle of water like a warrior holding a sword.

His mother lived. And by noon, so did the village because scientists later tested that well and discovered a fresh underground spring they didn’t know existed.

All because a boy refused to wait.

🧠 Moral of the Story:

Couragew doesn’t wait for permission. Sometimes, the world changes because someone dares to try.