Thursday, July 30, 2009

IDP Camp part 1

Hi everyone! I just wanted to start out by telling anyone who has seen the news or travel warnings lately not to worry. Those incidents happened in the area near the border with somalia, which is a volitile area as it is and also just about as far from me as possible. So dont worry about me, we are safe here in nairobi area! Everything has been going great here. My students are still wonderful, and are currently in exams before their holiday for the month of august. Ive been having a hard time because some of them havent been able to take exams because they cant pay their school fees, but I might try to help them with that without them actually knowing who paid for it to avoid being seen as an atm, which happens often. Hopefully Ill be able to work something out with Buddy, the school director, once he gets back from manchester, england for a soccer match..his first trip out of kenya ever! Now on to something that is becoming a large part of my life and will be for the rest of my time here, the internally displaced peoples camps (IDP). After the last elections here in kenya in end of 2007 to start of 2008, extreme violence broke out because certain tribes and peoples thought the results were unfair, and felt that it was their tribes turn to hold the presidency. Tribalism is more alive and well in african countries than people may think, and what happened in kenya is perfect evidence of that. So basically and completely oversimplified, people literally went around with machetes or whatever else they could find and killed their neighbors, friends, coworkers, and anyone else who was of what they considered the wrong tribe. People fled their homes just to survive, and ive talked to several people including my teaching partner whe have said it was completly terrifying chaos, and apparently in kibera where i work was one of the worst areas. Some even tried seeking refuge in churches, only to be burned alive or murdered inside. As people fled not knowing where they would end up, they could only take what they could carry, which was basically nothing, especially because of the panic factor. They scattered around and formed these clusters of communities which have become these idp camps. The un high commission on refugees came in right after the violence broke out and donated tents, which have become these peoples permanent homes. And i use the word tent very loosely, as a single persom wouldnt even consider camping for a day in these homes where 6, 7 or even 9 people in one familys case eat cook, sleep, sit, and live day to day. What the un and the red cross did was admirable, but they havent been back to these camps since. If they could only see how these people are living today in squalor and constantly on the brink of starvation. Im already starting to tear up just writing this, and the first time I went to the camp and went around visiting families and hearing their stories, it literally took my breath away and i couldnt help but breakdown. It is almost indescribable, and evem as someone who studies and reads about situations like this all the time, nothing compares to sitting in a one room tent where even i cant stand up fully as dust sweeps through filling the humid thick air and the wind cruelly whips the tent flaps threatening to blow away a woman and her familys entire life-all while watching her nurse the newest member of the camp community..her 2 week old daughter Lucy. It is absolutely devastating. But they have a small sliver of hope, which as i paraphrase how one man living there so eloquently put it, lies in us and the work that we do when we visit this camp. What me do is buy flour, sugar, rice and cooking fat in bulk and spend the night before dividing it all out in to small baggies to bd distributed the next day to the families at the camp. Without the food we bring them, these families would literally have nothing. They depend on it, and even though we come every 2 weeks consistently, they are always afraid we wont show up and we find that theyve saved some of what little we gave them 2 weeks before just in case. It is pretty intense. Sometimes we also try to bring little extra things here and there, like clothes and shoes, and wednesday when i went out fnr the second time with just 2 other people, one girl bought a bunch of diapers, sanitary napkins, soap, and a few lanterns for the families with kids in school and babies to replace the toxic homemade light contraptions they make that cover the room in soot. The other day we also did a medical clinic, which was amazing. A former volunteer donated a bunch of medicines and we had a doctor on site who saw every patient, diagnose d them, and recommended medicines we had available for treatment which we distributed to them. We treated everything from deworming to infections and almost everyone, especially the kids, had coughs because the wind kicks something wicked at night and the tents offer minimal protection. We also had a womens clinic where each woman was g iven a pregnancy and thd main focus was trying to get the women on birth control. There is a big social stigma around birth control but no one can afford having more mouths to feed. Also there is a big problem with young girls and prostitution where they go in to the town thats like one big truckstop and make money for being with the truck drivers. There are a myriad of problems they are faced with daily, including the fact that they not only have to walk 5 km to the nearest dirty water...

2 comments:

scott and barbara said...

wow,lex...keep up the good work. loved seeing pictures to go along with your blog. and REALLY good to talk to you today! xoxoxo,
mom, lo, cae, al

Anonymous said...

we are so proud of you helping the people in idp camps & in your school. your blog took our breath away in seeing up close the devastation there. it sounds like you have good people around you to help, remember to keep thinking 1 day at a time. loved the pic of you & group its on my desk at work. most important please keep safe & healthy. love you & our prayers are for your new families, nonno & pnonski