ONCE upon a time, in the quaint city of Sol Plaatje, water flowed like a sluggish stream of mud. The townsfolk, parched and desperate, clung to their empty water buckets, praying for a miracle. But alas, the only thing that flowed freely was the mayor’s eloquence during press conferences.
Mayor H2O - yes, that was his actual name - stood before the podium, his tie slightly askew, and his hair glistening with the sweat of responsibility. The crowd leaned in, eager for answers. The mayor cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses, and began:
“Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed citizens, and bewildered tourists, I stand before you today to address the water crisis that has plagued our fair city. Fear not, for we have a plan - a brilliant, groundbreaking, and utterly…
