We have now been in
|Getting medicine ready to be distributed|
Well, Friday, on our way back from Mirerani, I was quickly reminded where I was. We were in Mirerani to put on a medical dispensary for the people of the town, who don’t generally have access to medical services, let alone free medical services. We were able to help over 100 people, mostly provided them drugs for Malaria, respiratory illnesses and infections as a result of weakened immune systems due to HIV/AIDS.
|Playing with the food kitchen kids|
The dispensary took place at the Light in
food kitchen. We were also able to help out there, where about 300 kids are fed
generally their only meal of the day. The kids names are recorded and they are
given a big helping of maconde (a mix of beans and maize), a piece of fruit,
and a glass of water. Somehow, however, on Friday, the food kitchen was quite
full and the food ran out with about 20 kids left. Sara and I’s hearts just
broke seeing the kids peering through the holes in the wall, hoping to still
get in. They were given water and piece of fruit, but we were just aching
thinking that might have to hold them over until the next day. Ramesha told us,
that the food kitchen was unusually busy that day – probably because they knew
we were there – and normally there is enough food. That helped calm us a little
|Sara's new buddies|
These people of Mirerani also do not have access to these medical services or much food, as the only way to reach this town is a bumpy Land Rover ride, which are obviously few are far between for these folks. So after the dispensary, we hoped in the public transport of a Land Rover. For 2,500 shillings each (about the equivalent of $1.75), we were able to get back from Mirerani, along with 21 other people in a normal sized Land Rover. At first, the four of us climbed in the back (trunk) sitting on the ledges which were little benches. That was already cozy. Then, another 2 men came in the back and sat on the benches. That was just squished. Then 2 other men came and stood with their heads out of the tops. That got claustrophobic. I thought, alright nice and full, let’s get on with it. And then we picked up 2 more women (who were not petite), who also stood – making it 10 in the trunk and a driver’s helper hanging out the top. I felt nauseous and obviously not too thrilled about the safety situation on this unkept, dirt road – contemplating where to hurl if needed. I decided in my hands would be the best bet.
|The back of a Land Rover, where we had actually 10 people|
But, 30 minutes, several bruises, pretty intense back pain, fallen-asleep limbs, and sweat-filled (probably not just my own sweat), we arrived to the bus station back to Boma, all in one piece. I remember thinking – yep, that’s the
I remember. And, these people have to do this everyday – what a different
world. And in case you were wondering, we now have discovered more creatures
too, further confirming for me that Tanzania
is still Tanzania,
but more on that later!