Phase 1 - Great hope
In March, we rode out with our enthusiastic nurse Walter to the frontier town of Elegu on the South Sudanese border. High population, no health centre, traders with a bit of money. What location could be better? The location even came with our Bishop Johnson’ recommendation.
Phase 2 – Bewilderingly slow
Things started surprisingly slowly. Only 60 patients came the first month. 97 the second. Walter was bored. The patients who came appreciated the service greatly, but we were bewildered by how few there were. After an amateur advertising campaign where we shouted through a megaphone, smeared A4 notices around town, and gained the trust of the local Maadi tribe, things started to pick up.
Phase 3 – Maybe yes?
In July, the clinic broke even for the first time, with a bunch of sick patients coming for IV treatment, in addition to more minor conditions. 175 patients for the month. Walter called excitedly with the statistics, sharing that the word had spread, that people were appreciating him, the health centre, and the care - the only high quality care available in the area.
FLOODED OUT - We'll never know
On Tuesday August 22, at around 4:00pm the banks of the Onyama River burst. The flooding was swift and violent. The scale is huge - as of now at least 3 people have been found dead, and over 2000 are displaced. Our nurse Walter ran 50 meters to the clinic from his hut in an attempt save the drugs, but only managed to gather half before the water reached waist deep. By the time he filled a bag with drugs, his own home was flooded. He lost all his rice and beans, but he and his wife made it safely up to the safety of the raised main road.
I thought he exaggerated when he said the water level reached over a meter, until I saw the water line on our drug cupboard today. Around 1.2 meters high. Today, a week later the water is still ankle deep, and Fiona from our Health office went to Elegu to retrieve the cupboard, desks and other equipment that were covered in mud. Amazingly the clinic hadn't been looted. We spent this afternoon washing them up, so we can use them in another health centre soon. It hurts to lose Elegu clinic. something that could have done so much good. Time to mourn and move on.
There’s a great song, “Flood Waters” by Josh Garrells (do listen) which discusses a deep love which can’t be washed away. A love which can't fail no matter what. Our love for this place, and Walter’s love for the people he treats won’t be washed away by this flood. We’ll all find new ways to put it into action.
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