Going to see the bees

One minute I'm (Steven) walking down the road to visit my honeybees and the next I'm in the hospital cutting the cloths off a patient. What a curious turn of events - especially since I'm not a medical person . As I walked the rocky dirt road between the hospital and the beehives I came upon an emaciated man lying on the side of the road. As I approached I realized his pants were down and he was soaking wet from the heavy rains we had received all morning. I came around to his front and saw an open gash on his forehead about 2 or 3 inches in length. A sense of dread came over me as I realized he was not moving and that he may not be alive. I looked closer and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw his chest move up and down ever so slightly. I began asking the frequent passers by if they knew him or knew what had happened or if anyone had called for help. A security guard said he had most likely been dumped there at about 7:30 that morning - it was now 9:30. Fortunately I live with 4 medical people and had all there numbers in my phone because the idea of 911 emergency response is laughable here. As I was calling them a police truck drove by that I flagged down. I pointed to the man laying in the road and they slowly got out of their truck and sauntered over to the man. They somewhat reluctantly agreed to help me pick him up and put him in the back of the truck and take him to the hospital. As we moved him he began to wake up and groan in pain, although he was not coherent at this point. We got him to the hospital, lifted him onto a stretcher and took him inside. The man was so tense that we could not get his shirt off for an exam. As the medical staff struggled to remove the shirt he moaned in pain so I decided to cut it off of him rather than cause him such pain.

I wish I could say the hospital nursed him back to health and now he's fine, but unfortunately the man turned out to be a schizophrenic which in this country means he's doomed to wander the streets and will never get better. All we can do is focus on the ones whose lives we can change.

Weekend in Kakamega

This is Steven and I in front of our little banda where we stayed in Kakamega forest. Isn't that cute! It gets you right in the middle of the forest with the wildlife. Literally. After lunch on Saturday we came back to find that little porch section full of monkeys. And they also like to jump from the treetops onto the grass roof, which makes a loud thud and then smaller thuds and they wrestle with each other. I call it monkey thunder :) The butterflies were amazing of course, and we also got to see how they extract essential oils from plants in the rainforest that they use to make herbal products. It's a very cool conservation project they have going on there.
This crazy little guy dropped out of a tree right in front of Steven's camera. I think I spent a whole afternoon just watching all the havoc they wrecked. It's a good thing they are so cute, because they're kind of a menace. I watched one particularly motivated monkey try for 30 minutes to find a way to break into our banda. He must have smelled my coconut biscuits :)
Steven talked me into a 4 hour sunrise hike, and I was actually really glad I did. The climb was incredibly steep at times, and we were surprised in the darkness by a herd of pack mules, but overall great.

We actually hiked above the level of the forest and could see the treetops poking out of the mist. It was pretty silent when we started our walk in the dark, but on the way back down the hill, the forest was roaring with birds singing and monkey troops declaring their territory. Not a sound you hear everyday :)




Back to work-I am scheduled to teach a first aid class to local teachers on Monday since many school are too far from a hospital to be practical. I am also putting together a decent first aid kit, as many schools don't even have band aids handy. I will be teaching a Mbaka Oromo school, which is also were a dispensary (clinic) is being built to serve the local community. The local chief got involved and said EVERYONE had to help get this thing built, which was very wise of him to see how this could benefit his village. And sure enough, when we arrived at 7 am before school started, there were tons of children and parents, like this one pictured, carrying dirt and gravel in buckets on their heads. The trucks can't get all the way to the construction site because the roads are horrendous, so they dump the supplies as close as they can get and it's up to the community to get it the rest of the way. Pretty impressive, huh?
Well, lunch and the threat of rain are calling me away from the computer.
Jessie

Baby bananas and bottoms

I have compiled some random pics of everyday life that I though y'all might enjoy at home. Perhaps some things that you don't see everyday.

Baby bananas. How cute are these? About the size of a chubby thumb, these are all over the place here. The locals say they are sweeter than your average banana. I don't know if I agree with that, but I prefer to eat them anyway because they're just so stinkin cute. What a great way to start a morning.


Bare baby bottoms. I don't know if this picture does this dimply little bottom justice, but take my word for it, it's pretty cute. And as for the mystery of why the mamas never get peed on......I am still mystified.

Interestingly enough, this little guy is baby Gary. Gary Hardison, named after the american doctor I am here working with. Cute. You've got to be a pretty big deal around here to get babies named after you, as evidenced by all the baby Obamas and baby Michelles that I have encountered recently :)
Here I am perched perilously on a rickety old wooden chair in the pediatric ward. I am still on my first wall of the mural, but it's coming along nicely. I have painted the bottom half of the wall green(like grass), and the top will be all kinds of flowers. The fact that I have to clean my little brush with turpentine between each color is not helping my time much, but apparently acrylic paint is another "American luxury". When I first arrive on the ward to start painting, it become absolutely silent, as the children watch with curiosity and trepidation what the mzungu will do next. After a bit of time passes however, they start to slowly stalk closer, using the beds and their mama's skirts for cover, and soon become brave enough to speak again. I try to appear very involved in my work until they have gotten to the audible speech stage, then I come down from my chair to clean my brush and shake some little hands that are suddenly thrush from under beds and behind skirts. They always seem surprised that I know their names. Apparently when I take my stethoscope off they can't recognize me as the nurse who was rounding with Dr. Hardison a few hours earlier :)
This picture is of Steven, Anna, and Diane is our nightly games of scrabble. Sometimes we even shake things up a little with speed scrabble :) Mom-you'd be proud to know that I have finally attempted to make popcorn the "real" way on the stove. I made if for our most recent movie night, when we watched Sister Act on one of their laptops. I think there may be some room for improvement, especially with my proportions, but if you don't mind standing oil in the bottom of the popcorn bowl, then I'm doing great.
Well, I can hear thunder starting to rumble outside the internet cafe, so I better skedaddle. It hasn't rained for almost a week now, and I'm really starting to miss it. I love the excitement in the air that lingers before a wonderful storm. I do prefer to experience that excitement from under my porch though, so goodbye for now!
jessie

Anatomy of a Hive

For those of you not familiar with the world of beekeeping, I thought a brief overview of a typical beehive may be in order. I also wanted to show off our new hives we've had built. Some of the old beehives were in such poor shape that we just needed to start over. I've had two new hives built so far and will continue building more as finances allow. Pictured here is what is known as a Langstroth hive. It consists of two main parts - a brood box and a super. The brood box is the larger box on the bottom where the queen lays her eggs (brood). The two slightly smaller boxes on top are the supers. This is where the honey lives.

If we remove the metal lid and take a look inside we'll see a bunch of wooden frames. These beehives have 11 frames in each super. After coating the underside of the top piece of the frame, the bees will begin to build individual combs on each of the 11 frames. Once the comb is built, they begin to make honey in each of the little hexagonal chambers of the comb (except in the brood box where they fill the chambers with eggs). In the picture below you can see a small piece of honeycomb inside the frame. You can also see the rough condition of the hives and why I decided to start fresh.

Steven

eyeglasses clinic

Yesterday we had a free eyeglasses clinic.  We used a  special kit made for third world countries that has generic frames with loose lenses that can be popped in the frames when the prescription has been determined.  A great idea......in therory.  It turned out to be a little more complicated than that.  We had over 50 people show up to get free perscription glasses, but as it turns out, a number of them only needed simple reading glasses (which we didn't have).  The kit only corrected for distance vision problems, since basic reading glasses are available here without a prescription.  After the first 10 patients that came in only needed reading glasses, we make an announcement that we weren't giving out reading glasses, and anyone who only had problems reading their bibles, newspapers. etc didn't need to wait in line.  Strangely enough, almost no one got up to leave.  In true kenyan mentality, they thought that getting the wrong glasses for free  was better than not getting anything at all.  And if they really didn't help at all, they could just sell them!  So we ended up with people "not being totally honest" as my sweet friend Mary put it, and bombing their vision screeen on purpose.  Now that became problematic when we made them do the vision test again after they got their new glasses, thinking there would be a marked improvement, only to be perplexed as to why they still couldn't see. 

After this whole ordeal I was feeling rather frustrated with the whole mentality here.  Why would you stand it line all day to get a pair of glasses that you don't even need?  Because they're free?  Then I saw something later that evening that made me understand a little bit more of the way people think here.  I had heard about a molasses truck that had tipped over on the main road outside the hospital that morning.  I had assumed the evening rains would eventually wash away the sticky mess.  As we drove by that evening, there were still people on the side of the road using tin plates to scoop up the spilled molasses into old jerry cans to take home.  They were actually going to use it.  Molasses that was mixed with the dirt and grime from the road.  It's a kind of poverty that I really can't imagine.  Maybe those people in line today were there to bring home glasses for their ailing father who couldn't see.  Or for their husband who was too sick to come.   They didn't understand unfortunately,  that you can't just switch prescription glasses like that.  But perhaps their intent was not as dishonest as I thought.  And how can I judge when I've never been that desperate.  I've never had to think that if I don't take it now, I'll probably never get it.  So after some reflection, I think I would name this day a success after all.  We were able to provide prescription glasses for a handful of people who really needed them, and wouldn't get them anywhere else.  

On a lighter note, I got to spend all afternoon on monday at the Mother Child Health clinic.  My job was primarily weighing babies, many of whom were chubby and naked.  Nothin' cuter than a dimply baby bottom :)  Many babies here don't wear diapers interestingly enough, but I never see mamas with wet or poopy shirts.  I am completely baffled, but will continue to investigate.

God bless,

Jessie

Phoebe House

So I thought you all might like to hear a little about a new project here in Kenya called the Phoebe House, which is a halfway house for abandoned HIV patients. The Phoebe house was started just a few months ago, and was named after it's first guest, who is currently still living there. Phoebe was a patient that came in very sick and found out at the hospital that HIV was the reason she was nearly dead (typical HIV positive presentation). Her 3 yr old son pictured here was also found to be positive. The pic below is of her while she was in the hospital. After being discharged, she went home to find a grave dug in the front yard, which turned out to be for her, as her husband had found out her HIV status. Her husband told her to take the HIV positive son and never come back. So in case you were wondering, yes-a bit of stigma still remains regarding HIV. She came back to the hospital as she had nowhere else to go. The above picture is of her 3 weeks after moving into the house. It seems that food, water, anti-retrovirals (HIV meds), and maybe a little love can do a lot for a person. When I visited her last week, I found her sleeping on a concrete floor, with a cardboard box as a mattress, and one wool blanket for the two of them. And completely happy. We are hoping to get beds, mattresses and cooking supplies soon. Right now their is a house mother who cooks for the ladies, as some of them are too weak to cook or do any housework.
When I asked Phoebe if there was anything she wanted that I could bring her, she asked for nail polish so she could, "look like that", and pointed at my freshly polished toes. I was expecting her to ask for so much more. So nail polish she shall get!
Keep these ladies and the Phoebe House in your prayers. They're doing great, but they've still got a long way to go.

Jessie