Yesterday was Sunday. We had a church service on the fistula ward sitting on the bed with the patients. It was a very moving experience. Despite thier troubles these women are so passionate about worshiping God and learning more about Him.
The women in hospital gowns have gone to the trouble of wrapping thier colorful skirts around over the top of the gown. Many have breastfed infants who also stay in the hospital. One lady had a tiny baby who had palstered legs after a club feet repair and she herself had a catheter bag in one hand after a fistula operation and baby in the other.
Another women just operated on had 2 babies both under 18mths both getting fed simulateously. The children meander around the beds climbing into the laps of staff.
After church we attempted a very long walk to the light house. We had to get past 3 sets of guards- the say you talk your way around them- but apparently we weren't that sucessful as we were sent to the police station to get permission which was also unsucessful. We went to the beach instead. It was a lovely beach though you had to cross to areas of stagnant water with who knows what in them. The trip home was an adventure- we got a ride with some africans- no one knew them but we had a African guy with us who negotiated. 7 people in a car is standard here.
Staff church was on at night and then I was domesticated and did the washing. Work starts today.
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