How to deworm
This week we had a deworming session on wednesday. We gave Membandazole to kids and adults except for infants less than 1-year old and pregnant mothers. We had a total of 205 people dewormed and hopefully more will pass by our house to do it. Most kids have swollen bellies that are very likely due to the worms. We also immunized with the help of the local healthcenter on the same day and on saturday held a sensitization regarding nutrition. Everything seems to be very important in the community since the regular definition of a meal is just something that fills up, but probably doesn't provide all the necessary nutrients. Hopefully our Village Health Team (13 women and 9 men) will continue these pushes. We hope that the training that they have received from us along with a 2-day session with the Red Cross will empower them to be leaders in the community and push for a healthier village in a sustainable way without depending on outside organizations.
The importance of saying bye
Our village suffered another loss this week. We had a 5-year old that died on tuesday night from unknown causes so far. It was very sad to know that he was very healthy the night before and I was even told that he yelled to me "How are you?" on tuesday night when I drove the bicycle past his house. I am trying to remember exactly if I responded or not, but for sure I have been more attentive to any salutation that I get from anybody. Any hello, any Mzung bye could be the last and I don't want to know that I didn't give it. It doesn't cost me anything and actually fills me with joy. The kid was also the cousin of the 14 year old that died last week and the family was very devastated. I am not liking going to their burials, but I know that it is very frequent in an area with so many health problems. I hope that there are cases that get controlled due to our interventions, but it is only the failures which are clearly visible.
Burial and Fred - Week of July 12
This post was supposed to be uploaded last week. Lack of power and the internet down prevented it... SORRY
This week started very sadly with the sound of drums around the village. Wilbur (the son of the chairman that leaves just across from our house) went around the village communicating the bad news of the death of a 14 year old boy that had sickle cell anemia. Since he was Muslim the burial had to be the same day and Juliet and I attended. It was very sad to see the parents and his friends from school in such a shock. I even had to do a small speech and even though I heard from somebody afterwards that it was nice, I don’t think that there is anything that you can really mention that is comforting enough. The rest of the week was handled between sanitation pushes on a house to house basis where we checked to see if the villagers had latrines (toi), plate stands, and tippy taps. If they didn’t we informed them about the benefits of having one and how to build them. There was also a visit to the Christian school for sanitation on Wednesday and an election for the Village Health Team (VHT). This team will assume the responsibilities of our group and hopefully be fully independent of the organization after 3 years and work directly with the government. During this election we were introduced to Fred. Fred is a kid that is turning 8 soon but looks like he is 4. He also has sickle cell anemia and is extremely malnourished. His arms are extremely thin and even Kristen from our team said that she could see his heart through the visible rib cage. We are hopeful that we can send him to Ibulanku hospital where there is a nutrition program that lasts about 2 months and teaches families how to help these kids. We know that his sickle cell condition cannot be cured (even in the US), but at least he could manage it better. In the same note, we have a person in the community that has always been the first to buy our preventive solutions (e.g. he bought 3 mosquito nets during the first week). He had complained of problems that he assumed were malaria, but on Thursday we found out that it is really Parkinson’s disease. There is nothing to cure it, but I don’t know how his large family will manage his sickness once more dramatic stages arrive and his labor cannot be counted.
This week started very sadly with the sound of drums around the village. Wilbur (the son of the chairman that leaves just across from our house) went around the village communicating the bad news of the death of a 14 year old boy that had sickle cell anemia. Since he was Muslim the burial had to be the same day and Juliet and I attended. It was very sad to see the parents and his friends from school in such a shock. I even had to do a small speech and even though I heard from somebody afterwards that it was nice, I don’t think that there is anything that you can really mention that is comforting enough. The rest of the week was handled between sanitation pushes on a house to house basis where we checked to see if the villagers had latrines (toi), plate stands, and tippy taps. If they didn’t we informed them about the benefits of having one and how to build them. There was also a visit to the Christian school for sanitation on Wednesday and an election for the Village Health Team (VHT). This team will assume the responsibilities of our group and hopefully be fully independent of the organization after 3 years and work directly with the government. During this election we were introduced to Fred. Fred is a kid that is turning 8 soon but looks like he is 4. He also has sickle cell anemia and is extremely malnourished. His arms are extremely thin and even Kristen from our team said that she could see his heart through the visible rib cage. We are hopeful that we can send him to Ibulanku hospital where there is a nutrition program that lasts about 2 months and teaches families how to help these kids. We know that his sickle cell condition cannot be cured (even in the US), but at least he could manage it better. In the same note, we have a person in the community that has always been the first to buy our preventive solutions (e.g. he bought 3 mosquito nets during the first week). He had complained of problems that he assumed were malaria, but on Thursday we found out that it is really Parkinson’s disease. There is nothing to cure it, but I don’t know how his large family will manage his sickness once more dramatic stages arrive and his labor cannot be counted.
Juancho is Ok!!
I just talked to my brother and he is perfectly fine.
When the bomb exploted, he wasnt in Kampala.
He says that they are not allow to go to Kampala soon. But also says that he is not worry because it seems to be an attack to a specific group.
He says also thank you to all you guys for being worried about him!
Have you guys a good day!
MARIA
When the bomb exploted, he wasnt in Kampala.
He says that they are not allow to go to Kampala soon. But also says that he is not worry because it seems to be an attack to a specific group.
He says also thank you to all you guys for being worried about him!
Have you guys a good day!
MARIA
Kampala, Namalemba school, and rafting in the Nile
I didn't finish the visit to Kampala, so here it is. On monday we visited the Uganda Wildlife office to request information about climbing Mt. Elgon (not really a reservation needed) and then spend about an hour at the Uganda Museum. It was interesting for all the cultural things it had, but the signs of lack of funding are evident. After this we were invited to eat at the house of Mansi's friends (one of the girls in Bunio) and had probably one of the best lunches that I have eaten in Uganda. It was a typical Indian food and the spices were just perfect. After this just a long taxi trip to Iganga and sleep at Bunio.
On wednesday we went to the Christian school in Namalemba for a sanitation push and met with some English people that are teaching during the summer. They were all very young (18 - 19) and just ready to go to Uni (their word, not mine). We had tea with them and invited them for burritos in our house next week. After this, one of the teachers guided us to a dance and singing practice that was amazing. The children had just learned a song and the female voices were very much in tune (sorry boys, you still need some work). They were very soft and soothing and I even got goosebumps. The dances from the girls were fantastic and they could give Shakira a good competition with the shaking. I thought that their hips were going to break a couple of times from all the movement.
This weekend was the big Nile rafting trip and it all started with a very dusty boda boda (motorcycle) ride to the campsite, which was about 7 km away from Jinja and took 10 minutes. The driver was insanely fast, but I made it in one piece. There were awesome views of the white Nile from the dorms and we had time for a couple of Nile Gold beers before sleep. The action on saturday was intense with a 20 minute ride on a bus to the departure site and a selection of a team since there were 5 boats available. Of course I took the one that wanted to flip the most and other 6 people (including Mike the Zimbabwean guide) joined in. I only survived without falling until the 1st grade 5 rapid and I was thrown out of the raft alone. I didn't have any idea of orientation until I finally made it to the surface for the second time and a safety kayak kept me up. I later on found out that I just flipped backwards and the raft passed above my head. The next grade 3 was also terrible and once again I was the only one to fall off... what can I say? I am just too tall for these things I thought. After lunch I changed sides and I made it through some falls (literally a 14 foot drop across rocks) without falling and then it was just mayhem for the rest of the day since the full boat flipped twice. The last one was the worst of it since it was supposedly the world's largest grade 5 rapid that can be rafted commercially. Its name: BAD PLACE. I hit my lip on someones helmet, but I would do it in a heartbeat. It was an amazing experience that could only be topped off with a very cold Club beer at the pickup place. Since it was somebody's birthday we finished the day with a shot of Zappa (they light it like Sambuca) and two shots of Olmeca tequila. Unfortunately there are no pictures of this, but I will try to find the video that somebody else bought of the whole adventure. The first one just tasted like warm mouthwash with liquor and the other two were ok, except for the lack of lime. I am now in Jinja in an internet cafe finally catching up on emails since last week and still savouring the orange chocolate cake that I just ate at Flavours cafe.
I am staying tonight in Iganga town to watch the World Cup final and see how Spain lifts the trophy!!! VAMOS ESPAÑA!
Lusoga words of the day: Tubonagane lelo = See you later today
Emesa = Table (is this not related to Spanish???)
On wednesday we went to the Christian school in Namalemba for a sanitation push and met with some English people that are teaching during the summer. They were all very young (18 - 19) and just ready to go to Uni (their word, not mine). We had tea with them and invited them for burritos in our house next week. After this, one of the teachers guided us to a dance and singing practice that was amazing. The children had just learned a song and the female voices were very much in tune (sorry boys, you still need some work). They were very soft and soothing and I even got goosebumps. The dances from the girls were fantastic and they could give Shakira a good competition with the shaking. I thought that their hips were going to break a couple of times from all the movement.
This weekend was the big Nile rafting trip and it all started with a very dusty boda boda (motorcycle) ride to the campsite, which was about 7 km away from Jinja and took 10 minutes. The driver was insanely fast, but I made it in one piece. There were awesome views of the white Nile from the dorms and we had time for a couple of Nile Gold beers before sleep. The action on saturday was intense with a 20 minute ride on a bus to the departure site and a selection of a team since there were 5 boats available. Of course I took the one that wanted to flip the most and other 6 people (including Mike the Zimbabwean guide) joined in. I only survived without falling until the 1st grade 5 rapid and I was thrown out of the raft alone. I didn't have any idea of orientation until I finally made it to the surface for the second time and a safety kayak kept me up. I later on found out that I just flipped backwards and the raft passed above my head. The next grade 3 was also terrible and once again I was the only one to fall off... what can I say? I am just too tall for these things I thought. After lunch I changed sides and I made it through some falls (literally a 14 foot drop across rocks) without falling and then it was just mayhem for the rest of the day since the full boat flipped twice. The last one was the worst of it since it was supposedly the world's largest grade 5 rapid that can be rafted commercially. Its name: BAD PLACE. I hit my lip on someones helmet, but I would do it in a heartbeat. It was an amazing experience that could only be topped off with a very cold Club beer at the pickup place. Since it was somebody's birthday we finished the day with a shot of Zappa (they light it like Sambuca) and two shots of Olmeca tequila. Unfortunately there are no pictures of this, but I will try to find the video that somebody else bought of the whole adventure. The first one just tasted like warm mouthwash with liquor and the other two were ok, except for the lack of lime. I am now in Jinja in an internet cafe finally catching up on emails since last week and still savouring the orange chocolate cake that I just ate at Flavours cafe.
I am staying tonight in Iganga town to watch the World Cup final and see how Spain lifts the trophy!!! VAMOS ESPAÑA!
Lusoga words of the day: Tubonagane lelo = See you later today
Emesa = Table (is this not related to Spanish???)
4th of July in Kampala
Is still 4th of july for a couple more minutes in Kampala. We got to see the fireworks at the US recreation club even though the ex-pat environment from official workers is not really the thing that accommodates best with my personality. We also got to walk for quite some time and eat some rice pilau in a small restaurant. Tomorrow Gibson and I are planning to go to the Uganda Museum and check the requisites to climb Mt. Elgon, which should take us 4 days after the end of the UVP program. It should be a really cool to that with other 5 people at the beginning of August.
The village had an interesting experience yesterday with our family planning day and the supposed building of a fence around a bore hole. At the end the villagers didn't show up for the fence but promised to do it by themselves today and also collect some money to do mechanical repairs before it completely breaks down. It gives me hope for the sustainability portion since it means that they are using their local resources a lot and not depending on the Mzungu.
New batch of arepas was made yesterday with an improved thinner version and more handling of the dough. They came excellent to my taste and to the delight of our cook and even one of my team members. An interesting story happened during the Uruguay-Ghana game due to the African excitement from everybody. We got to see it in box seats! Translation: It was so packed that we got a handle of a couple of soda bottle plastic boxes and sat on them for the whole lenght of time among a hugely packed balcony. As you may imagine the sad faces were rampant after the end of the game. So far I have not watched much of the soccer due to the lack of access in Bunio, but I will definitely stay the night in Iganga to see the final.
The village had an interesting experience yesterday with our family planning day and the supposed building of a fence around a bore hole. At the end the villagers didn't show up for the fence but promised to do it by themselves today and also collect some money to do mechanical repairs before it completely breaks down. It gives me hope for the sustainability portion since it means that they are using their local resources a lot and not depending on the Mzungu.
New batch of arepas was made yesterday with an improved thinner version and more handling of the dough. They came excellent to my taste and to the delight of our cook and even one of my team members. An interesting story happened during the Uruguay-Ghana game due to the African excitement from everybody. We got to see it in box seats! Translation: It was so packed that we got a handle of a couple of soda bottle plastic boxes and sat on them for the whole lenght of time among a hugely packed balcony. As you may imagine the sad faces were rampant after the end of the game. So far I have not watched much of the soccer due to the lack of access in Bunio, but I will definitely stay the night in Iganga to see the final.
Arepas in Bunio
Like you hear it! I made arepas in Bunio yesterday based on posho, which is just corn flour (pronounced fla by the locals) and water. I got a little piece of chicken wire mesh and place it in top of the charcoal oven and voila... AREPAS. Only our cook tried them but I had no problem eating the four of them (I even have pictures that I can show later).
This week was really rewarding because we spent a lot of time cleaning the water sources and the effects of the work are really tangible. On monday we cleared the brush from the natural spring and made the trenches bigger for a faster flow to the swamps and on thursday built a fence around our close by bore hole. We also spent wednesday teaching the children in the muslim school about hygiene and sanitation as well as STDs and HIV/Aids (they had no problem about us mentioning condoms which was really good!). I have to leave right now due to logistics planning for my trip to Kampala tomorrow!
This week was really rewarding because we spent a lot of time cleaning the water sources and the effects of the work are really tangible. On monday we cleared the brush from the natural spring and made the trenches bigger for a faster flow to the swamps and on thursday built a fence around our close by bore hole. We also spent wednesday teaching the children in the muslim school about hygiene and sanitation as well as STDs and HIV/Aids (they had no problem about us mentioning condoms which was really good!). I have to leave right now due to logistics planning for my trip to Kampala tomorrow!