Teddy Spencer

Teddy Spencer (couldn't rotate pic, sorry)

Let me tell you the story of Teddy Spencer, a charming young 12 year old boy who is the third born in his family. Teddy has 2 sisters and 1 brother. His older sister’s are Helen and Emma, and his youngest brother is Stellon. He lives with his parents, Pamella, a joyful lady who looks after the children and property, and Shadrack, his hardworking father who is an inter-country truck driver who at times can be away for up to 3 months at a time. Teddy loves to get dirty while playing football (soccer) and barracks for the mighty red and white of Manchester United. He enjoys drinking the refreshing sprite and loves eating the tender tilapia (a local fish, delicious). At school Teddy is fond of Science and likes to read paperback books. When he grows up he would like to be a pilot or airplane mechanic. This normal Kenyan child had a life changing experience. In early December, 2011, Teddy got a painful knock on his leg. There was mild swelling around the knee joint and some tenderness. Not a serious injury, just a sore leg it was deemed. After time the inflammation had remained so an X-ray was taken. An infection in the bone was identified, so off to the Orthopedic surgeon (around March 2012). Upon viewing the X-ray, the surgeon said that surgery was required.  A few days later the surgeon rang and told them he has found something strange in the X-ray and a biopsy is needed. After the biopsy, an extremely fast growing deadly cancer (Sarcoma) was identified and Teddy was given up to 6 months to live. The family had spent almost all of their money during this long process and had no more. After community fundraising they were still extremely well short of the target needed to save Teddy’s live. It had seemed that he was knocking on heaven’s door. And perhaps that was what was happening because call it what you will, coincidence, lucky or divine intervention, a miracle occurred. Four weeks ago Teddy was brought to our door step in Yala by a man with a big heart called Dr. George. He had heard that muzungu’s (white people) had been living there and thought he would try his luck. The kind doctor displayed Teddy’s cancerous leg and told us that for the boy to live his leg needs to amputated. He is on his way to Nairobi with what little money he has to try his luck. A heart wrenching story. The cost was almost $2000 AU. Totally out of our reach as we had nowhere near that amount of money in our bank accounts. What do you do? That very same morning the Shepparton Seventh Day Adventist church without any knowledge to us or of Teddy had donated a sum of money to contribute to our placements. The sum was enough to cover the cost for Teddy’s surgery. The decision was made to save Teddy’s life. The surgery was a success and his leg is healing fast. The doctors said that all the cancer had been removed and had not spread, but further chemotherapy was required to make sure. We visited Teddy in his home and the family had told us of the incredible change that has occurred. They were very grateful. You can imagine the psychological trauma, he thought he was going to die, now he lives, but with one leg. Teddy and the family are receiving counseling to help deal with the amputation and Teddy will also receive assistance in catching up on the 6 months of schooling he has missed. He is still unable to attend school and moves around with crutches. Dr. George is currently working hard for funding or donations to supply Teddy with an artificial leg and then some rehabilitation so he can continue life as close to normal as he can get. A courageous young man, Teddy is now smiling and in high spirits. The family is also rather pleased. Teddy is an extremely bright boy and definitely has a promising future. A big thank you to the Shepparton Seventh Day Adventist church, without you, Teddy perhaps may not still be here.

Transport

So there are a number of ways to get around in Western Kenya. The most common for a Kenyan is walking. When we were concreting the floor of the primary school, a worker walked a ridiculous 3 hours to get there. He worked till 5:30pm, then walked home. This is normal. Most people walk because they cannot afford to pay for transport. Other forms of transport include the bicycle, piki piki (motorbike) and matatu (Nissan/Toyota van). Let's start off with the bicycle. Man and bike. No helmets. No brakes. Big smiles. You jump on the back of the bike on a tiny little platform which looks like it was designed for carrying a woven basket of ripe oranges. You pay the man and he uses his wiry little legs to peddle and peddle he does. Slow, steady and wobbly wins the race. Never thought I would ever pay someone to dink me around town, but I quite like the bicycle. Every time I get on the back I think of the Bike Song by Pink Floyd. OK, secondly we have the piki piki. This is extremely dangerous! Since we have been here we have heard of many accidents and deaths. Scared? I am. Again a man and his bike. Drunk? Most of the time. No helmets, no goggles, no boots, no gloves, no safety gear. If you need to go somewhere off the beaten path. this is for you. You sit behind the rider, close your eyes and go to a happy place. My happy place entails a perfect surf in crystal blue water, get out to home cooked lasagne, some ugg boots, maybe a hot chocolate with marshmallows. Oh I love marshmallows, the pink ones are my favourite. The big fat ones. Yum. Great now I am craving marshmallows. Anyway back to the piki piki. Going through mud is very interesting. Jemma and I have fallen off twice, I cut my leg. Another volunteer has had an accident and burnt her leg very badly. But regardless of the imminent dangers, the riders are actually very skilled and take careful consideration when driving a 'white' (although I think I am tanning quite nicely and maybe should be referred to as beige or a light mushroom colour). Taking a piki piki on occasions is a necessity. There is no way around it and although scary, I do feel safe (mostly) and enjoy the thrill of flying on a motorcycle through mud. It's awesome. Finally we have the matatu. They are simply a van decked out to carry 14 seated passengers with a cushioned roof. Nice touch I think. Let me describe the normal matatu ride to you from start to finish. Walk to the road and hail a matatu. The driver tries to rip you off, you argue a bit and finally get the correct price. You look in the matatu and think, how am I going to fit in? All the seats are already taken, with people sitting in the spaces between the seats. You get shoved in anyway and find a place to rest your bottom. 17 people in already. Licensed to carry 14. Oh well. Driving along, swerving left, swerving right. Whoops, giant pot hole the size of a donkey. Bang, hit the head on the roof. Lucky it's padded. On the road, off the road, on the road again. Another pot hole, hit the person next to you this time. Stop, 3 more passengers, 2 with babies. Couldn't possibly. The fit. Driving again, 20 people, 2 babies. Snugly. Pot hole, road, no road, road. Stop 2 more people. No way. Yes. Off we go again, sliding door open, air gushing around the van. 3 people standing on the outside of the van holding on. You can see the strain in their fingers. We are flying, swerve left, right, road, no road, slam on brakes, pot hole. Flying again. Police inspection. Bribe. Flying once more. Over take a car. Over take two cars. Over take a car over taking a car. Oh no truck, back on the right side of the road. Pot hole, two pot holes, speed bump. Huh speed bump? Oh no that is where I was meant to get off. Stop! Matatu stops. 9 people get off so I can get off. They jump back on. Thank you! Off the matatu drives. That is the normal matatu drive. I have been on when their have been 27 people and 2 babies. Absolutely ridiculous. The first say 10 times you get on a matatu are scary, but then you become desensitized to the dangers and get used to it. I do not feel unsafe in a matatu, it is just totally different to Australia. It is a main form of transport and many Kenyan's take the matatu's all day everyday. If I am living in Kenya, I need to get around like a Kenyan. After all this is KENYA!

Periods...gross

Re-useable Pad

The Menstrual Cycle. Say these words in front of some men and they may quiver. We all know about the dare I say it...dreaded 'period' and women can easily take care for it in Australia and continue their life as per normal. But what about in the other places in the world? What happens when you get your 'lady business' in a third world country like Kenya? Well let me tell you, although you may not like to hear it. If the women of Kenya can afford to use disposable sanitary items, they will. They are expensive, but not everyone in Kenya is poor. If you cannot afford them however, then it is a different story. The Masai women take an unorthodox approach when they are menstruating. It is known that Masai women do a number of things, the first being the use of cow dung to line their underwear. Yeah you heard correctly, COW DUNG! They replace the dung daily until they have completed their cycle. If they have duties to carry out, they may insert pieces of cow dung into their vagina. Clearly, this is not particularly hygienic, nor I imagine comfortable and it can have some dire consequences such as infection. Finally they may simply dig a hole and sit over that hole for days on end, just watching the birds singing and clouds clapping until their cycle has completed. Talk about sore legs. Now that is the Masai women and the Masai hold on to their tradition very strongly. It is a different story where we live. Firstly the girls are not educated on health, puberty and the intricate workings of their body during this time. They obviously know something about their menstrual cycle, but they do not understand what is occurring, why they are getting it and the complications that can arise from it. If you are a Kenyan women at home and your job is your farm or family, you simply menstruate in your underwear and then wash them. By the way no washing machines here, all items hand washed in the river or a bucket. Do you know how hard it is to wash sheets in a bucket. Takes all day and your arms ache so bad. This is also the same for teenage girls. If they can get access to old newspapers, cardboard etc, they may line their underwear with that. Some girls use old ripped clothes that they may have at home although most just wear their old ripped clothes. A major issue with girls that attend school is that during their period they stay at home and miss school for the entire time. This is very detrimental to their schooling as education is a key avenue for these children to increase their quality of life and prospects in the future. When girls are missing potentially up to 12 weeks a year, they have missed much and the teachers are not willing to catch the girls up. So their are two issues here with teenage girls especially. The unfortunate measures taken when menstruating, the hygiene and not to mention comfort issue, but also the educational issue. That is where we step in. Every Friday we visit schools within the community and conduct health talks focusing on puberty, reproductive health, sexual education and hygiene. We complete an informational lecture, then have discussion and question time. We also help to donate re-useable pads for the females when we have the finances. The North Gem Community Resource Center make re-useable pads for girls with the thought that they can then attend school when they are menstruating and simply wash the pad at night. They are around $1 each so unfortunately we do not always have them to hand out. Luckily my mum (love you mum) and her friend Deb (you too Deb) have donated 200 re-useable pads and some of the other volunteers have worked hard to gain support for this cause. It is a difficult situation and one that I cannot fully comprehend as I am a male and I luckily do not get my period, although Jemma may think so at times, however, we do our best to help support the women, in particular the school girls of the community.

Home is where the heart is

Nicole a volunteer with WYI living in Mutumbu has built up a splendid relationship with a woman named Lily. Lily is deaf and a mute. You can only image the issues and struggles that can arise with being deaf and a mute in Kenya. There are no organisations or government support to help. There have been concerns about Lily and her family within the community for some time as it has been known that she has been exploited and taken advantage of. She has three children all too different fathers and there has been the suggestion that they are all the product of rape. Lily’s children are Brian (10), Vincent (7) and Oscar (3). Brian is sponsored by an organisation called Compassion which provides schooling for him and he lives with a lady Lily worked for. Lily wants Brian back, however there are complications that I cannot comment on. Nicole had taken an instant fondness to Lily and her family and decided to help. The decision was made to build a house for Lily on her families land. Lily would now not need to rent, the money can go to providing for her family and she has the safety and security of her extended family and house. Ok, now I have an exercise for you. Gee, reading a blog and I am making you work. Sorry, I just want you to really get the contrasting differences between Kenya and the Western world. I want you to think of the house you live in or the building you are in at the moment. Look around at the floor, the ceiling, the walls. Think of the processes that took place to build it. Think of the materials that were used, bricks, concrete, plaster. Look closer, at the paint on the walls, the carpet or tiles. The lights on the ceiling, the heating, cooling, ventilation. The tiny trinkets lying around on a dust covered shelf, the volts of electricity flowing through the walls. This is the Western world with much of our needs and wants. Enter the Kenyan world. The land is cleared but not leveled, tree roots sprout up in what is to be the living/everything room. The workers have gone to the river to retrieve mountains of reeds. Tree trunks and branches have been trimmed and prepared to form the structural frame. Holes are dug with a crowbar and machete to place the supporting tree trunk posts. Clumps of reeds are placed amongst the frame and tied on with string; meanwhile workers are digging up dirt with hoes and mixing with water to form a thick muddy paste. The frame is completed, the mudding to begin. Skilled workers begin on the roof as children distribute handfuls of mud around the house. All the volunteers are on hands and knees, filling in the frame with handfuls of mud. A good method is to roll your handful of mud in the dry dirt to form a kind of brick then place it in. We must work fast the rains are coming. If it rains before we are finished most of our work here has gone to waste. We work overtime, mudding, bricking. Men on the roof sit on rickety trunks which form the roof frame. Legs dangling down the side hammering in the nails. Mudding is complete; however the muddy walls do not go all the way up to the roof as a type of ventilation is needed, the crisp open air. The shiny new corrugated iron roof is placed on. The mud brick home is almost complete. A second mudding must occur in around two week’s time. The house, considerably large at around 5m x 5m is divided by a mud wall to form two rooms. Imagine living in a mud brick home. Dirt floor, muddy walls, no electricity, cool open breeze is your only type of ventilation, no insulation. Basic paraffin cooking stove, some pots and pans, a bed, maybe a wooden couch if you are lucky and some buckets for washing and cleaning. Think about it for a moment. Put yourself there. Nicole with her heart as big a giant Saharan Sasquatch is helping Lily with the basic living necessities in Kenya. Lily now has a home and a lovely one at that. A place to call her own. Although the mud brick home doesn’t sound too fancy, many last for up to 10-15 years. In Kenya it is not about the want, it is all about the need.   

Lily, two of her boys and the volunteers

Medical Camps

Hi, my name is Ben and I want to tell you a story. I am in Kenya with a bunch of extremely vibrant, enthusiastic and caring people. When you come to Kenya you are confronted with many challenges. One of those challenges is the process of deciding where or what to put your time, energy and money into. The fantastic crew over here at the moment (Jemma, Cara, Josh, Lucy, Rachael, Will, Nicole, Karen and myself) contribute to many different placements throughout the week, but there is one thing we are unified in and that is Medical Camps. Medical camps occur once a week with a final revisit two weeks later. In conjunction with the North Gem Community Resource Centre we decide on a rural community that needs our help. Word travels to the community and they gather their troops. We gather our funds, resources, medical supplies and hire professional health care workers. It is time to make a difference! So some of you may be asking yourself, gee that sounds great, but what is a medical camp? Good question. The medical camps are aimed at treating jiggers, skin diseases, de-worming children and providing vitamins and minerals. One of the greatest issues facing the rural communities in Western Kenya is jiggers. Jiggers (Chigoe Flea) are parasites that live in loose soil and feed on warm-blooded hosts (humans). As many Kenyan’s in this region live on day to day necessities, they simply cannot afford foot wear. This allows the jiggers to penetrate and burrow into the foot, usually around the toe region. The jiggers cause immense pain, infection and they rapidly eat away at the flesh of the foot. This creates an enormous problem because if left untreated, the victim can become debilitated and unable to walk. It is not uncommon to see jigger damage in the hands and elbows of victims, spread by the excruciating itching. We treat the jiggers by bathing and cleaning the infected areas in diluted Eusol, which eradicates the parasites. This is the most painful part as you need to scrub the infected site very thoroughly. We then disinfect the area with Dettol to eliminate the infection and finally apply Betadine. A simple and effective treatment, however, it is so far out of reach for many locals. Jiggers die within a week, and then upon our return visit, we cut off the dead flesh and complete another treatment. Many children in the region also have intestinal worms which affects their cognitive ability and general health. We provide them with a deworming tablet and a follow up tablet upon our revisit. We treat the skin diseases such as scabies with a broad-spectrum anti-fungal cream and administer everyone with multi vitamins to help boost their immune system in this time of treatment. We spray infected ground sites to help exterminate the jiggers and educate the community on jigger prevention and basic hygiene. In exchange for a smile, candy and cordial are also given out. We have so far completed 3 medical camps with 2 revisits and on average treat approx 300 people each camp. A big thank you to all that have donated funding towards the medical camps. Without you this would not be possible. The camps have really opened our eyes to some of the incredibly harsh issues facing the Kenyan people. Although extremely heartbreaking, the camps are also rewarding as the communities are very thankful for our help and we feel we are really making a difference.