By Dennis Rounds
One thing is certain about living in Fiji’s western and northern farmlands and having to rely on wells and boreholes for water needs.
When there’s a hole in the bucket, Dear Henry now knows all too well how to plug the breach and spare himself Dear Liza’s lecture about using one’s head!!
Drowning in the sweetness of our Sugar City, I sometimes wonder whether Harry Belafonte’s “Hole in the bucket” song should be played on auto-repeat in “new Fiji’s” corridors of power.
