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| WORLD AIDS DAY KICHAKASIMBA DISPENSARY |
WORLD AIDS DAY 2017
We traveled almost four hours into the interior of south coast to celebrate World AIDS Day in a remote dispensary in a village called Kichakasimba. (That means the forest of the lions but they've all gone somewhere else I think!) The goal is to get to zero new infections. The theme was INCREASING IMPACT THROUGH TRANSPARENCY, ACCOUNTABILITY AND PARTNERSHIP or let's be honest with how we spend the donors' money and work together!
During the day we gave health education about prevention of transmission of the virus and the importance of each person knowing their status. Those who are infected need medicines to live a long life and care for their families. HIV is becoming a chronic illness and so we also concentrated on prevention of other chronic illnesses like diabetes and high blood pressure. We taught about cancer of the breast, cervix and prostate and did screenings for these illnesses. It was a busy day with a few challenges. My car had been in the shop till the day before the clinic. In the morning I awoke at 5am to find water all over the floor of my flat from a leaking sink. I was unable to get a plumber at that hour and even when I called repeatedly from 8am onwards neither the landlord or the plumber would answer. Then during the clinic the driver showed me that we had a flat tire. The clouds gathered and it started raining which meant the roads were going to be a challenge to get out of there. When I got home there was no electricity! I started to feel sorry for myself.
Then I got a message from a friend about more trouble in one of the parishes where I lived briefly in what is now S Sudan. There were 500 people moving into the parish being chased by rebels against the government. All the local people were afraid for themselves too. I stopped feeling sorry for myself and thanked God for having a car, water and electricity! Will trouble in S Sudan ever end???
In a good sense it has ended for one man. I have just heard from one of the patients I treated for kala azar...
The first day I was surprised to see a white lady for the first time; that was Dr. Susan Nagele, who treated me for one and a half months and became my friend. She would give me clothes to put on because I had none. I was just 10 years of age.
My treatment was successful and Dr. Susan advised my mum to let me join the nearby Good Shepherd primary school. School was a new environment for me. Later that year, Sister Mary Ellen Manz became our new teacher. I remember when she used to bring her piano in class and teach us how to sing do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do in the music lesson. Dr. Susan was responsible for my school needs.
Sister Joan Sauvigne and Sister Marilyn Norris took care of the sick at the clinic. I had a friend named Marty Roers who liked planting trees. So we used to plant trees with him and some of the other students. Marty used to give us petty cash for our services.
The year 2003 was not a good one for me because Dr. Susan and Marty left Sudan. Sister Joan, who cared for six orphaned and poor children, took responsibility for me until 2007 when I finished my primary level. In December of that year I went home to visit my mum after seven years of absence because during holidays I used to remain and help in the clinic. When I returned in January 2008, I learned that Sisters Joan and Mary Ellen had gone back to the States. I was left in suspense. I had wanted to give them thanks, especially Sister Joan for all the help she had bestowed upon me. I thank all the Maryknoll community for the work, mercy and commitment they showed to our people during their time here in Sudan.
Adimo Elijah Lobukui
I cannot tell you how much joy this letter brings to me. I don't have my own children but in a very real sense I feel Adimo is like my child. He was just skin and bones when he reached us, close to death after walking 100 miles. I must have looked very strange to him, being white. He was courageous enough to let me give him a very painful injection daily for one month. And he survived.
Adimo got sick because he was a shepherd. Those little boys would sit in the shade of the ant hills for respite from the blazing sun. Sand flies lived in the ant hills and would come out and bite the boys. They carried the little filaria or worm that causes leshmaniasis and that is how he became infected. This Advent Season I will be thinking of my little shepherd boy from S Sudan who has lived to grow up and give praise to God with his life.










