Friday was a day of challenges for the team. When our daladala pulled into the Mazimbu lot,
our queue completely filled our “check in” area and spilled out and around the
corner. Dr. John had nine patients right off the get-go—people that either had
waited all day a prior day or a few that we checked in late in the day and told
them to be back early on Friday. That meant that we could add only about five
more patients to his queue for the day. So the decision was made to check in
only 35 new patients in the hope that Dr. Kivuma could see about 30 that day.
However, Dr. Kivuma had four procedures, so he would be away from his office
for big chunks of time. That meant we had very bad news for about 170 people.
Episilon and Samwel were calm and kind but worked with a very agitated crowd
for almost two hours. It was impossible to determine who had arrived first and
would be served that day. Finally, the security guards stepped forward and were
able to identify those that were there first. Once the selection of the 35 lucky
ones was made, the crowd accepted the decision and melted away.
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| Dr. John in OR |
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| Using the gurney to move the patient to recovery |
Emily continued working on our suture shortage and Nancy
joined in the hunt. They got the OK from the anesthesiologist, Christina, to go
through every box of suture in the OR. By doing that, they discovered a box of
mixed sutures—probably the last piece from different boxes that was just tossed
into the mixed box. Most of them were also expired but this process yielded two
pieces that were usable. That made a total of three pieces, so the first two
procedures were scheduled for that afternoon. A call to the dermatologist at
the sister hospital, SUA, also yielded the “loan” of four sutures. And finally,
Emily’s connection at Aga Khan bore fruit: she was able to talk to the clinical
instructor that worked under her at Aga Khan, who met with the main hospital
supplier, who agreed to order some sutures, who saved them when they arrived,
who gave them to Gamma’s best friend, who took them to the bus station and put
them on a bus to Morogoro to get them to Gamma, who drove to the bus station to
meet them and pick them up. We now have enough suture to perform the
procedures!
We did not leave the hospital until about 7pm Friday night
and went directly to Dragonaire’s restaurant for pizza. Although we really
enjoyed the fellowship with the team, the staff was busy that night so service
for our party of 18 was slow. It was midnight before we fell into bed and off
to sleep.
Saturday is a day off for the team and we all opted to take
the trip to the local Maasai cattle market. We were joined by Amanda, a student
from Vermont that is studying at the language school. Samwel and Epsilon
rounded out our group. Samwel is a Maasai from the same village as Tisho,
Melela, and was an excellent guide, answering all questions about Maasai
culture and practices and offering interesting items we didn’t know to ask
about. After walking and shopping for a bit, we joined Bishop Mameo under one
of the bandas for food and drink.
This is really a treat at the cattle market—cows and goats are slaughtered and
butchered in the morning and slabs of meat are set to roast over open fires. Bishop
ordered both beef and goat. This is sliced into bite sized pieces with a
machete by a Maasai warrior and passed around, where portions are dabbed in a
bit of salt and eaten with the fingers, hot and flavorful.
We were also honored to sit with and be introduced to the
Chief of all the Maasai, Chief Moreto. While we were sitting enjoying our food,
many many Maasai strolled through to give the Bishop and the Chief their
greetings.
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| Maasai cattle market |
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| Eileen and Maasai admirer |
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| Driving cattle to market |
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Roasting meat
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Under the banda
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Mid afternoon found us back at LJS for a brief rest before
we went to one of our favorite restaurants for dinner—the Oasis. The specialty
here is sizzling platters served with vegetables and sauce and the meat of your
choice. It was a great meal and we would all vote to return!
Our weekend would not be complete without worshipping with
our Tanzanian brothers and sisters. Bishop Mameo specifically requested that we
come to a celebration for the opening of a new pastor’s house. We did not know
what to expect but we were treated to an amazing service. It began with tea and
“bitings” of cassava and taro root before church. Then we were seated in seats
of honor, being sure to ask Kilatu and Epsilon to intersperse among us to help with
translation during the service. The sound of a brass band signaled the start of
worship with a processional into the church that had toes tapping and hips
swaying. Following the band were 18 pastors, the Bishop in full regalia, and
the assistant to the Bishop. There were three choirs—the regular church choir,
the youth choir and a special choir of university students. During the service,
each choir sang at least twice. Although the three-and-a-half-hour service was much
longer that we are accustomed to, it was a wonderful worship experience. We
were given lunch, along with the whole congregation, and made our way back to
LJS for a bit of a rest before dinner.
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| Recessional with 18 pastors |
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| Tea and bitings |
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| Maasai woman and daughter with Dr. John |
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| Our young friend |
