Saturday, July 19, 2014

Never Without a Smile

Our friend Marvias!  Extremely disfigured by polio he hangs out near the plaza where we live.   He speaks only a tribal language that we don't understand, but he is never without a smile.  The slippers you see on the ground are for his hands as that is how he propels himself.  We are endeavoring to get him a wheel chair.  Imagine the change a wheel chair will make in his life?


Monday, July 14, 2014

Photos from Glo

Off to the jungle.

Saw this on the round to Sangamamba and thought of my own "Winnie" (daughter Lindsay).

This is Codi,  Her mother died when giving birth to her 6 years ago.  She was left with a family we just spent time with in Sangamamba.  Her full name is Consolation Divine, appropriate given the circumstances.  She can count to ten in English, is very huggable.
Ro and I hit the road early most mornings to run/walk around the plaza across the street from our apartment (see to the right in background our building) We have made all kinds of friends on the Place 30 Juin.   A bunch of people work out every morning, no spandex, no mirrors, no mats, no weights, no Nikes!  Just hard cement ground and lots of enthusiasm.   Here I am working out with some of my fine friends.  (Ro doesn’t like rolling around on the ground so he keeps running)  These kids…. and I do mean kids, love it that this old white woman joins in and pretty much keeps up the pace.  A few seconds after this picture was snapped our “trainer” gave a command in French of course and I had no idea what would happen next.  The rather substantial girl at my left grabbed me locking arms from behind, picked me up and flung me around like a sack of flour.  There was much pleading for mercy to no avail.  I was able however, to  treat them to a performance of the splits before I ran home.  I seem to keep coming back for more though!

For some reason, we were invited to the American Ambassador’s home for a 4th of July celebration.  And quite a celebration it was.  I haven’t been in the presence of so many white English speaking people in six months.  Hamburgers, potato salad, an American Flag cake, soda…..THE WORKS, all being accompanied by the Beach Boys for us to rock out to.   I LOVED IT.   Not hard to miss in a crowd was Dikembe Mutombo, a Congolese hero not because he is an NBA star but because he is a humanitarian in his own right having built a fine hospital here in Kinshasa.  During our chat I of course told him that my daughter Lindsay had been the star of her  5th grade basketball team (ok ok JoLane Jr High and Roseburg High School too)  What a delightful joyful man!

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Blueberry season....in Oregon!


So near and yet so far! I am getting emails from friends and family who are enjoying Oregon berry season. ENJOY IT and think of me when you pop some in your mouth, make a pie or put them on your granola. Look what I found in our grocery store. Yup they are here in DRC all the way from Salem, Oregon, and by the way they cost $12 for a 15 ounce can. No I didn't buy any, I know what the real thing tastes like!

Wheelchair Project Part Two

The following is the written record of the wheelchair project documented in pictures a few posts back.  PLEASE go back and look at the pictures once again!


Wheel chair Projects Kinshasa 2014

                The wheelchair initiative is one of the five major initiatives of the Church’s Humanitarian Services department.  Its purpose is to provide wheelchairs to people with disabilities in developing countries according to World Health Organization guidelines through local partner organizations that directly serve people with mobility disabilities.  Humanitarian Services specialists are called to work in specific areas of the world and to develop and implement projects in which an agreed upon number of people will be assessed, fitted, trained and then receive an appropriate wheelchair free of charge.  Typically a project includes a training program in which local clinicians are taught how to assess, fit and train wheelchair recipients and local technicians are taught how to assemble and modify wheelchairs according to the clinicians’ specifications.  All aspects of the projects are carefully evaluated to assess the impact of the project in the lives of individual wheelchair users, product quality and services provided.

                The wheelchair specialists in the SE Africa Area are John and Marcia Dow of San Diego, CA.  When they learned that were called to the DR-Congo (DRC) as humanitarian missionaries they contacted us and arranged a meeting at a restaurant near our home in Roseburg, Oregon in the fall of 2013.  At that time we received our first briefing on how the program works.  We later Skyped with them and got even more information.  However, we didn’t really understand the actual program in the DRC and what our responsibilities would be until we arrived in the DRC on January 12, 2014.  The local partner is the Ministry of Public Health (more specifically the Programme Nationale de Re-adaptation d’une Base Communitaire whose chief is Dr. Willy Musafiri) but which will be referred to hereafter as the Ministry. 

                In 2011 the Dows developed a program in which some 350 wheelchairs were manufactured in China, packaged , placed in a shipping container, and shipped to the DRC, arriving in the port city of Matadi in about June 2012.  Because the Congo River is not navigable from Matadi to Kinshasa, the container was then loaded onto a truck and transported to Kinshasa.  Our predecessors, Elder and sister Moon, had problems but ultimately were able to get the chairs released from Customs and transferred to the Ministry’s warehouse in time for the  Dows and four trainers from the USA to train some twelve clinicians and twelve technicians (one each from the same health clinic).  The Ministry then began prescribing and dispensing wheelchairs and providing monthly reports to the Moons and the Dows.

                As the project appeared to be going satisfactorily, in 2013 Humanitarian Services entered into a contract to deliver six containers of wheelchairs to the Ministry, with the first two containers to arrive in the DRC in the first half of 2014.  As part of the project the Dows and four more trainers were slated to arrive to provide two days of retraining for the clinicians and technicians originally trained in 2012, and also to provide five days of training to a new cadre of clinicians and technicians.

                However, during the latter part of 2013 the Ministry stopped sending reports.  The Moons received tried but never really got to the bottom of the problem.  Three days after we arrived in Kinshasa Elder Moon took me to the Ministry’s warehouse to physically inventory the number of wheelchairs remaining from the 2011 project.  We counted 40 chairs.  Over the next few months I had numerous meetings with Dr. Musafiri and his assistant, Nadine, to try and determine why we weren’t getting detailed reports and to explain to them that the reports that we had gotten were often  unsatisfactory.  I learned that the Ministry allowed other organizations to distribute some chairs; that the Ministry occasionally turned over chairs to clinics without any record keeping, assuming that the clinicians would provide the record keeping when they prescribed and distributed the chairs, but in some cases the clinicians failed to do so, and as a result the Ministry had some major gaps in its data base; and that for some reason the Ministry distributed almost no chairs in the last few months of 2013 and the first few months of 2014.

Later I learned that Dr. Musafiri’s boss, Dr. lllllllllllllll, the actual Minister of Public Health, had asked Dr. Musafiri to make some of the chairs available to him to distribute to his political base in Katanga in the eastern part of the country.  When Dr. Musafiri declined to do so, stating that he had a protocol on chair distribution that he had to follow, the Minister told him to stop distributing chairs.  So  there were still 33 chairs left in April 2014.  At that time Dr. Musafiri unilaterally lifted the ban on distributing chairs.  In the meantime we continued to have our translator Felix interview a few wheelchair recipients to get some data on how people were actually benefitting from their chairs.

In March 2014 we received a bill of lading indicating that a ship with two containers of wheelchairs for the 2013 project had left China bound for the DRC.  At that time we contacted the Dows and asked them to give us much more specific information on our duties with respect to this shipment.  They indicated that our duties included:  securing a training venue for May 24-31; purchasing a number of supplies including Crescent and/or open wrench sets, hack saws, hand saws, tire pumps, hex wrenches and clipboards; ordering polo shirts with the Church’s and Ministry’s logos; ensuring that the Ministry invited the correct number of clinicians and technicians to attend the training sessions, providing us with detailed information about them, and then ensuring that they would show up for the training; ensuring that the Ministry would arrange for handicapped people to attend the training sessions so the clinicians could actually have experience assessing needs and prescribing chairs and technicians could have experience building chairs, all under the supervision of the trainers; ensuring that the Ministry would have the 33 wheelchairs at the training venue; working with the Ministry to order assessment beds and foot blocks for the clinicians; working up a closing ceremony with speakers from the Church and certificates to honor the trainees; and perhaps the greatest duty of all, providing lunch and two snacks for about 40 people over seven days of training, plus a closing ceremony. 

In April and early May we enlisted our translator Felix’s assistance in ordering monogrammed shirts and purchasing tools, and we spent much time sampling the wares of possible food vendors such as grocery stores, restaurants and caterers.   We were happy to discover that we could get tools, shirts and food for considerably less than the Dows’ stated budget.  We even decided to provide jugs of filtered water and reusable cups in order to save money on beverages.  We continued to work with Dr. Musafiri as problems and misunderstandings arose.  For example, for the new trainees, the instruction to Dr. Musafiri was to simply invite 24 people, one technician and one clinician from 12 different facilities and to provide us with a list.  Instead, he invited 33 people, invited unequal numbers of clinicians and technicians with sometimes only one and sometimes three or four from one facility, and identified people as both clinician and technician for training purposes whereas a person could only be trained as one or the other.  So we asked for changes, and the list was still being changed on the first day of training.

But since a wheelchair project without wheelchairs isn’t much of a project, we also attempted to track the progress of the ship and its valuable cargo of wheelchairs.  The ship arrived in Matadi weeks behind schedule, but still there was plenty of time to get the chairs delivered to the warehouse in time for the training, particularly since the chairs were exempt from customs because the Ministry of Public Health was identified as the recipient/owner of the chairs.  So we just continued to query Dr. Musafiri about the progress of the chairs.  In the meantime, the Dows were doing projects in other countries in the SE Africa area, and so communication was sometimes difficult.

But by early May we and the Dows were getting quite concerned because Dr. Musafiri was reporting that: (a) Necotrans, the local shipping company, was demanding payment of about $10,000 in order to release the chairs, whereas the Church was insisting that everything had been paid in advance; and (b) he couldn’t get his boss to write a letter to the Minister of Finance to request issuance of a letter of exoneration to the Director-General of Customs.  I frantically contacted Elder Kyungu, an Area 70, who is the brother-in-law of the Minister of Health, to try to arrange for a meeting in order to urge the Minister to send the letter.  Then we heard that he had finally sent the letter but that the Ministry of Finance had lost the letter.  Then they indicated that they had found a copy of the letter but not the original and the original was required.  Then we were told that the copy would suffice but the people surrounding the Minister of Finance were keeping the letter from him, perhaps in hopes of getting some extra compensation.   

In the meantime our schedule had gotten very difficult.  In early May we did a three day trip to Brazzaville, capital of the Republic of Congo, and then did an eight day trip to Johannesburg for our SE Africa Humanitarian Conference.  At one point the Dows indicated that they were going to cancel the training session because we could not guarantee that the chairs would be liberated before the training was to begin.  In the end, however, they decided that they could do the training with the 33 chairs that the Ministry had from the 2011 project plus the two chairs that they could bring with them from the US.  So we had limited opportunity to work with Dr. Musafiri and his chair problem until we returned from Johannesburg and got to our office on May 19. 

On that day I had a meeting with Dr. Musafiri to determine his level of preparation for the project.  I reminded him that he needed: to get the clinicians and technicians that had been invited to participate in the training to arrive at the Seminary & Institute (S & I) building no later than 8 a.m.;  to get all of the wheelchairs that had not yet been distributed from the 2011 project to the building before Friday morning (I also got from him a precise list of the sizes available); to get the assessment beds and foot blocks built to the venue ( I also gave him $500 to offset his cost of building the beds);  to get disabled people to the training venue on Saturday morning May 24 and again on Friday morning May 30 for assessments; and to get me the phone numbers of all of the participants so I could have Felix call them and remind them of their commitments.  I also had to rewrite the contract with our food vendor to make her happy.

On May 23 I went to the S & I building to meet with the vendor to get her signature on the new contract and to carefully go over the layout and furnishing of the rooms with Crispin, the Church’s contractor who is responsible for the building.  Eventually the van hired by Dr. Musafiri showed up to unload the boxes of wheelchairs that were still in the Ministry’s warehouse.  The workers would not carry the 15 boxes into the building and stack them in the designated room, so Crispin and I did it.  They then declined to go pick up another 18 boxes that Dr. Musafiri had delivered to a clinic but that had not yet been given to handicapped people until I paid them $15.   Of course I could have refused, but that would only have hurt our trainers coming later in the day from the US and ultimately the handicapped people, so I gave them $10 and they took off to fetch the chairs.  All the while Crispin was reminding me that hauling boxes of chairs was not in his job description and so I should pay him something extra.  He also continued to remind me that normally he doesn’t work on Saturdays so I would need to pay him something  Saturday after the training session.

Friday morning, May 24, we left the apartment at 7 a.m., picked up four dozen rolls from the neighborhood vendor, stopped at the Leon Hotel to meet the trainers, and then set off for the S & I building.  The trainers had a driver and van to get them where they needed to go during their stay in Kinshasa.  The training sessions planned for Friday and Saturday were for people who had received the training in 2012, so it was to be a refresher course.  Surprisingly, three trainees actually arrived before 8 a.m. so Glo put their names in a basket to draw for a prize on Saturday (a motivational trick she used on her Sunday School class in Roseburg to encourage them to come promptly to class and to behave).  Dr. Musafiri arrived about 8:30 a.m.  All the while I was running around madly trying to make sure the rooms were set up the way we wanted and to get all of the supplies (tools primarily) out of the closet where Crispin had locked them up for safekeeping.

The clinicians’ trainers, occupational therapists by training, were Lara and Steve; the technicians’ trainers were Chris and Steve.   It was fascinating to observe the trainers in action and to see the peoples’ reaction; they seemed to absorb the instruction like sponges.    We also had arranged for four translators each day, two for the clinicians and two for the technicians.

We had planned on putting the clinicians and technicians in adjoining classrooms, but when the technicians saw that we had put the boxes of wheelchairs in the large multi—purpose room, which is normally used by the S & I students as a game room and the room where we stored the chairs, they indicated that they wanted to use that room so they would have easy access to the chairs. 

As for food, every day we planned on serving morning and afternoon snacks consisting of rolls (with tubs of butter, peanut butter or Nutella available) or cookies and then a beverage, water or soda.  We had a caterer hired for four days but the other days we planned on picking up sandwiches.  For each meal or snack I counted on 40 people to make sure I had enough for the trainees, the trainers, the missionaries, the translators, some ex-pat friends who came by occasionally to see if they could help us in some way (one woman brought us huge containers of water for us to serve), and Crispin who  continually reminded me that he had arrived at 5 a.m. (instead of his normal 6 a.m.) to make sure that the building was clean and the chairs and tables were all set up for us.  Fortunately I was successful in getting a cash advance from our supervisors at the SE Africa Area offices in Johannesburg so I had plenty of funds to use without having to dip into my own pocket. 

We set up one of the classrooms as the primary snack and meal room, with beverages on one end of adjoining tables and the food on the other end.  Gloria was in charge of the food.  On Friday I left around 11:15 a.m. to drive to Chez Victoire where I ordered 40 huge chicken baguette sandwiches for only $2 and change.  As for water, initially we dispensed plastic cups to everyone, and put their names on the cups so they could reuse them to access our water jugs, but the cheap cups started to crack.  So we bought plastic water bottles, again hoping that people would reuse them to access the water jugs.  However, one woman in particular complained that it was unsanitary to reuse a plastic bottle and that we should supply as many fresh bottles as people wanted.  Ultimately we resolved the issue by just start buying fresh water bottles for everyone.  As a result I had to make daily trips to Shop Rite, the grocery store across the street from the church, to refresh our supply of bottled water. 

I also had to make sure that the tools and supplies were in good working order.  Two days prior to the trainers’ arrival I was asked to find a projector because the clinicians wanted to do power point and video presentations, and when we showed up at the venue Friday morning we discovered that an extension cord was needed.  I scrounged a cord so they could get started, only to find out that the projector didn’t work.  So I had to run over to our office to find another one, only to determine that the problem was with the extension cord, not the projector.  After that I just brought an extension cord from our apartment.  The technicians also announced that they needed a hack saw and an electric drill, so I bought a hack saw and was able to borrow a battery-powered drill from Elder Gates, the construction missionary.  The clinicians brought heavy plasticized posters, but they wouldn’t stay up on the heavily textured walls properly despite my best efforts.

Saturday even more trainees showed up on time, as the word had gone out that a prize would be offered at the end of the training but only to someone who had arrived on time.  At the afternoon break we offered sodas instead of water to those who showed up on time, and one of the technicians won the drawing: 5,000 FC cash to help with the cost of his transportation.   The trainees had a great time getting into the chairs themselves and taking them outside to the parking lot to test them.  The driveway down to the church had a fairly substantial incline, so the people got to test the chairs by going both uphill and downhill.  We took some great photos.

In the afternoon some handicapped people arrived to be fitted for chairs.  The clinicians assessed the condition of the patients and then ordered chairs to be assembled or even rebuilt from the technicians.  Some of the chairs come with four wheels, and are more suitable for indoor use on flat terrain.  Other chairs come with three wheels for rugged terrain and better maneuverability.  But all chairs require upper body strength and mobility so quadriplegics and others without the use of their arms cannot be issued one of our chairs. Also the chair sizes vary but are only for adults.

The first patient was a young man about 20 years old suffering from the effects of childhood polio; not only were his legs useless they were only about 1 inch in diameter.  The second was a woman who had limited upper body mobility but also needed to travel some distance each day to sell her wares.  That posed a challenge for the clinicians; some thought she needed a # 4 wheel chair; others thought a # 3 wheel chair.  The trainers were able to guide the trainees through the evaluation process to help them better understand that fitting a chair requires a lot of analysis.  The third was a beautifully dressed tiny mature woman who obviously was a polio victim.  She had actually been carried to the venue by her devoted younger sister.  We were drawn to these people and took a number of photos.

Sunday of course was a day off to attend church.  After church we had dinner guests—all six of the wheelchair people, Hugh Matheson (American land developer who spends much of his time in Kinshasa), Ryan and Larry (the temple construction men), and our single Congolese friend Eloi.   

Monday May 26 began week two of the training, which is for working clinicians and technicians who did not have the Church’s training program in 2012.  They were advised that if they completed all five days of training they would receive certificates from the World Health Organization.  As per our daily custom, I ran down to the street and bought five dozen rolls for our morning snack.  When we got to the training venue we discovered that most of the people to be trained were waiting for us.  On the other hand, the trainers got off to a late start, got stuck in the Monday traffic jams, and arrived late.  Fortunately, there was a bit of an afternoon lull and I was able to escape for a couple of hours to the office to try and get caught up on some of our accumulating other business. 

On Tuesday we still did not have the benefit of the 664 wheelchairs sitting in the transporter Necotrans warehouse.   However, Elder Kyungu was finally able to get me an appointment with the Minister of Public Health to see if he could persuade the Minister of Finance to issue the necessary letter of exoneration to give to the Director-General of Customs so we could liberate our chairs once the dispute with Necotrans was resolved.  The Minister who promised to do what he could to help.

We also spent quite a bit of time this week discussing the contractual dispute with Necotrans with Dr. Musafiri and emailing with the Church employees in Salt Lake and their contacts with CMA, the Church’s shipping company that transported the chairs from China to the DRC.  I also helped Dr. Dow create French language certificates for the trainees and the Ministry and planning the closing ceremony in which the certificates would be presented.  We invited a counselor in the Kinshasa Stake presidency to conduct the meeting and give a speech.  Gloria and I also went to a pastry shop to select and pick up a variety of pastries for the closing ceremony.  So we spent every day at the training venue but at least I got to leave from time to time to take care of office business and to pick up food and beverages 

On Friday May 30 we had a very nice closing ceremony attended by our Mission President Bryce Cook.  The trainees were delighted with what they had accomplished and with the polo shirts we provided.   They took multiple pictures of each other.  I’m sure they developed some wonderful contacts among their peers that will be of benefit to them professionally.  And of course we benefited many handicapped people.   In the evening we got together with the Dows and the trainers for a final pizza party at the apartment of the Westland Construction people who are building chapels for the church in the DRC and who have the contract to build a temple in Kinshasa.  However, as of the date of this report, June 29, the new shipment of chairs was still unavailable to the Ministry and the clinicians due to various Customs and shipper disputes.  It seems that nothing is easy to accomplish in the DRC.

A week in the life...

Monday, June 23, 2014- Met with Eustache, Nguya and Aime with Nilza and Manon regarding starting a school.  The men were very supportive which fueled our fire.  Manon and Nilza are leaving this week for nearly two months (summer vacation)  So things won't really progress until they return.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014  -  My dad would be 110 today.  Born in Tropic, Utah  weighing in at 3 lbs and living 97 years.   Went to see Arthur (one of our guards at our apartment) and Agatha's baby boy Prevot (pray vo)  They were so sweet to invite us and were thrilled we accepted.  Took him a cute little blanket.  Also Ryan Dain's birthday (Ryan is one of the general contractors here to ultimately build the temple)  41 years old today  We had him and Larry (one of his helpers) over for dinner.  Had poppyseed chicken, rice, green beans, green salad, rolls, and the Smith Couple made one of their famous chocolate cakes and the Sneddon couple brought ice cream.   I

Wednesday, June 25, 2014 -  FORTY-THREE YEARS!   Took the day off from the office.  Took a nice long walk in the morning (Around the Plaza many times)  Ro promised he wouldn't even look at his email on his phone.  We puttered around the apartment organizing things that haven't been taken care of for the nearly 6 months we have been here.  Ran some much neglected errands and had an early dinner at the Charlene Patisserie, wraps and gelato  (of course it wasn't as good as Italy's gelato but hey....this is AFRICA)  Met up with Manon and Anne Sophie, Nilza and Marta and Eloi and when to the Kimbanguiste Orchestra.  ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS!   A great way to celebrate.  Their closing number was a tribute to us performing Bon Aniversaire .   It was lovely.

Thursday, June 26, 2014- Went with Nilza and Manon to the Messina chapel and met there with the Stake RS Pres and Stake Young Women's President to discuss doing a maturation project in October.  They are excited about it.   More on that after Nilza and Manon return.  

Friday, June 27, 2014- Office---getting caught up, lots of paperwork and reports.   We are liking our new office.  Well let's put it this way, it is a different  office that is a little larger and it has a great window!  YAY.

Saturday, June 28, 2014-  Met Felix, Eric and Eddy and went out into a village to meet with the chief's of three villages that we hope to do water projects for.  Chief John Pierre is a kick.  HE LOVES ME and always makes a big deal over my being there.   We didn't do any jungle trekking this time.   Rather than  us go out to their villages they came to meet us all in one place closer in.  We probably hiked maybe one kilometer but that is all.   

Sunday, June 29, 2014-  Church, studying and getting reading.  Making some plans for this coming week.  Smith couple brought over chocolate chip cookes.  YUMMMM.  

In general.   In the plaza across the street the world cup is going on full blast every night from about 6-10 p.m. The cheering of the fans and the game noise is just fine although it sounds like it is in the middle of our apartment.  The issue is the local DJ who likes to hear the sound of his own voice and gets on the mic and starts screaming at the top of his lungs and then turns on loud extremely LOUD music.  during the intervals between games or whatever.   We are grateful they have been accommodating to close up shop no later than 10 p.m.  

June 30th is the Congo Independence Day.  They started celebrating on Friday the 27th.  Also across the street on the plaza they have set up a stage with constant commotion.  Mostly screaming and dancing and drinking and insanity.   Also though they have closed up shop around 10ish at night.  Tat may sound normal to everyone else but the Congolese are well known for partying and I DO MEAN partying until 5:30 a.m.  I try not to begrudge these people for any fun they have because they HAVE SO LITTLE FUN!  But ....ummmmmm their fun truly does sound like it is in the middle of our apartment.  

Cold in the Congo?



So folks....it is now the "dry" season.  There really aren't seasons like summer, winter, fall and spring here, just wet and dry.   So here we are in the dry season.  Whoa, do we ever love it.   We enjoy a cool breeze and much less humidity during our morning walks and have found no need  to wear anything long sleeved.  However, the Congolese are freezing, agonizing that the temperatures have dropped to as low as 70 degrees in the evening.  One morning we came out and found one of our guards, Jean -Claude in a knitted stocking cap and sweater.  It was really difficult not to burst into hysterical laughter.  Then we were invited to the home of one of our other guards, Arthur and his wife Agatha who have produced Prevot an adorable little boy.  Agatha proudly presented Prevot to me to hold.  I almost couldn't find  him.  He too wore a knitted stocking cap, pajamas, a wool knitted sweater and was wrapped tightly in a heavy blanket.  It had to be a good 80 degrees in that room, I was hardly able to breathe it was so hot and I had on short sleeves. 

To Bathe or Not to Bathe....THAT is the question!

(From Gloria....):

I quite often remember the day on the metro in New York when Hilary was sitting across from Moey and me.  Hilary was commenting on how she didn't "shower every day" and the man sitting next to her abruptly looked at her like she was contaminated! Moey and I burst into hysterical laughter.    I was mortified, the very thought of one of my children not scrubbing daily was unthinkable.  I think of it because aaaaahhh yes, I now understand. While I live in hot and humid climate I DO NOT shower every day.  Several reasons are as follows:
  • We don't have water for showers every day so a bucket bath  for the pits and other personal parts has to suffice
  • The water from the shower is not what one would call ....ummm....clean so it causes strange little scales on the skin.
  • My hair LOVES the humid climate and it likes to go several days without washing because it has more body and looks better and better.  It is probably filthy hair, but it looks good.  (however my scalp itches whether I wash it daily or not)
  • One really interesting thing, these lovely African people who have many many many fewer amenities than we have, rarely smell as though they need a bath. 

Odds and Ends

Typical gaudy Congolese outfit; I thought of asking him where I could get some pajamas like his.

There's no way to say it nice; there's just a lot of trash on the ground in Kinshasa.



Bumbu Village

June 24 trip to Bumbu to examine a potential garden project; our guide, Bonaventure, who lives nearby, wanted us to see a site where he would like to develop a garden and do some animal husbandry.

Bumbu village market scene.

One of 647,894,500,523 examples of people carrying loads on their heads.

A viewing before the funeral is set up right in the middle of the avenue.

The viewing itself.

Typical village market scene.

The entrance to our host Bonaventure's home.

The living room in Bonaventure's home.

Bonaventure treated us to Fanta and peanuts.

Here's another potential project; building a bridge over this stream.

As this photo illustrates, the existing bridge isn't too safe.

Close up of bridge.

The street where Bonaventure lives.

Examining a shallow (3 feet deep) well; such wells cannot produce safe drinking water.

Market days; people eat a lot of leaves in the DRC.

A lot of charcoal for cooking piled and ready to be sold.

Maize and manioc flour are staples in the DRC.

Yes, those are caterpillars for sale; most Congolese really do love to eat them with their "fufu" which is made from manioc flour.

July 1 we went back to Bumbu to see the 120 meter well that our friend Eloi is doing at the Bumbu ward chapel.  Evidently the public water utility is very unreliable and costs too much.

The well really had great water pressure.  The water will be piped to a "chateau d'eau" which is an elevated structure that will house some cisterns filled with water which will then feed into the building's existing plumbing system.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Camp Luka

June 21 trip to Camp Luka, an urban village.  The walk to the water source was very steep.

We took two ex-pat families with us, but were followed by hundreds of locals, mostly children.

The fish smoking on the grill looked pretty good.

We're getting closer to the water project off in the distance.

OK, this is it.  In the background is an underground stream, which our predecessors tapped into.  They pipe the water down to this spot where it is funneled into pipes so people can fill their cans out of pipes without having to dip them into the stream.

Example of people getting water out of the pipes instead of the stream.

The man in the blue polo shirt is Eric Kahunda, one of our site monitors.

Two beautiful mamas.  In the Congo instead of greeting people as "monsieur" or "madame" out of respect they are greeted as "papa" or "mama".

How about carrying 25 liters of water on your head?  Not easy.

Scrambling back up the bill after visiting the water project.

Looks like one of us has made a little friend to play with.

As I said, everywhere we went we were surrounded by dozens of people mostly children.  We were obviously the main source of entertainment that morning.

Post Camp Luka pizza feed at O Poeta, a Portugese restaurant.



Bonabo Sanctuary

Our trip to one of Kinshasa's few tourist attractions:  the bonabo  sanctuary.  Bonabos are a separate primate species closely related to chimpanzees and are found only in the DRC; the bonabos at the sanctuary are being prepared to be returned to the wild.

These are the hammocks where the bonabos "hang" out at night.

Bonabo playground.

First bonabo sightings.

Bonabo on his way to work (or play).

This bonabo looks a little like Yoda.

The path into the bonabo sanctuary.

A tableau of bonabos.

This guy was having too much fun with a plastic bag.

Our guide to the bonabo sanctuary.

The path through the sanctuary was really quite steep at times, but all of the missionaries enjoyed it.  Some came from as far away as Gabon and Cameroon.

Finally something really beautiful. :-)

The setting was actually very lovely.