04-FEB-B-5
OUR FINAL DAY IN HARGEISA
AS WE MEET WITH THE
BEFORE DEPARTURE HAVING EMERGED FROM OUR
CLINICAL CRUSH, AS WE PACK OUR WAY BACK
TO
What we have here is a failure to communicate.
One of the
reasons we were obligated to get back to Hargeisa before this morning from our
Berbera clinical activities is the meeting we would be having with the Regional
Hospital Board of the
I had tried to
send out another postcard or two and an email message saying we were leaving
from
The students are
already in “Safari mode.” They were
ready to blow off this final meeting and had arranged with Ibrahim at the desk
to get a guided tour of the markets we had driven by each morning but had never
entered. It is a little dicey taking
photographs in
There were money
exchangers siting next to bundles of
We wandered around the up market stalls which actually had covers and awnings, with Chinese made plastic shoes or the kinds of manufactured goods that came from cottage industries. The CD’s I saw were all unmarked and pirated. Bundles of used clothing were sold by the bale to the middle man and then opened up for the rummage sale aspect on the open street. It was a typical African scene but in an urban desert as opposed to the rutted rods of gooey mud I am more used to in the equatorial rainforest setting.
AND THE WISH LIST
Upon return I checked first to see if there had been a meeting with anyone present. No one had come so we sat in the Conference room as I wrote out postcards and the guys got on their running gear to go for a late morning run. As I sat there alone with the troops having changed to running shorts, the Chairman of the Regional health Board came in, wondering what had happened to us, and why we had not been at their meeting in the hospital where we were expected. They had even sent a car for us when we had not appeared despite the clear signal that we all got that it was to be held here.
I sat through the
recapping of the meeting they had had and the guys were restlessly looking at
their watches, and then without a word, one by one, each slipped away to go out
running. The chairman detailed the
deficits they had in the Regional health Board’s view of the HGH. They needed more doctors. The only way they could get doctors would be
by paying them more then the maximum salary of forty dollars US per month which
was hardly a way to keep their attention for very long. I pointed out that we could hardly be expected
to operate and leave critically ill patient sin the institution and return in
mid-afternoon to find a complete absence of any health care personnel whatever,
the longest lasting nurse having left at
I had told them about what could be expected from a collaboration and affiliation with such a center as GWU. The university is a treasure trove of advice, eager personnel, but the last thing one should approach a university expecting to find is a big pile of money that they would be eager to shovel in to such an infrastructure as a basic salary support to keep the autoclave going for another 50 years or to subsidize a doctor’s salary when they are busy maximizing their opportunities anywhere but in the public hospital at which they have a paper commitment. Of the majority of the causes of “sub-optimal performance” in hospital staffing, equipment, information systems, journals, and medicines and surgical equipment updates, a University in general, and I as an educator volunteer donor could do little: that problem is poverty and scarce resource allocation. We can collaborate in training and in upgrading standards, but infrastructure is the responsibility of the community.
I was alone in my diplomatic missions now, since the students had all left to do what they had wanted, after moving up their departure for Kenya to tonight from Addis Ababa, they were already on their holiday safari, and were clearly uncomfortable prolonging what they viewed as an already overtime commitment that ended last night as we drove out of Berbera. We had sorted out some of the medical packs and were leaving a good deal of the obstetric supplies and two bags of the surgical gear here with the Edna Aden and Hargeisa Group Hospital respectively, while I was carrying two bags on with me to Gondor where I would distribute journals and some surgical supplies, and at Addis where I would give out most of the rehabilitation supplies for Mother Teresa Clinic though Rick Hodes whom I had hoped to meet on arrival in Addis.
AND OUR EXTENDED FAMILY AT MAANSOOR
We were pulling out from the hotel in the vehicle when we were on the road out of the compound when I spotted Abdu coming down the road to say goodbye to us. He was our most faithful attendant and had been mother henning us, making each service special. His people skills were remarkable. He eventually realized that much of what we said to him was in the nature of good-natured kidding, and I believe he realized that best when I had congratulated his boss on the staff he had—much more than from the envelope of US currency we left with them as a tip. We posed for final photos of him as he sadly wished us farewell, and thanked us on behalf of all the Somali recipients of our care. We were lucky to have him
We were even
luckier to have the Foreign Minister herself holding court in the Hargeisa
airport VIP suite who made everything for us much easier. We had caused a violation of our visa since
we had entered the country on a visa with a tourist (if you can imagine such a
term being applied to a
I had carried a
cop of “Out of Assa: Heart of the
So, “Hale and
Farewell Somaliland”—an applicant to nationhood, and a self-starter to come
from far behind even by African standards!
I have the feeling I shall be back soon.
And, now, another Theatre is opening---another opening of another
show! Welcome to