You may
remember about a year ago when I posted a story about my host family sister
coming down with a case of malaria. Well, April in the Peace Corps is World
Malaria Month where once more we raise awareness about the horribly rampant
disease ravaging sub-Saharan Africa.
I have
considered trying to train and use older students (here aged between 18 and 23)
to complete different community outreach projects including those concerning
malaria. I started planning an information booth I could set up in the local
market where we could show how to properly use a mosquito net, talk about
malaria symptoms and other important topics. However, I knew that I should
approach the doctor in my town and get his blessing beforehand.
He heard my
pitch and then stopped me. “If you can do one of these booths, why can’t we do
multiple ones at the same time? You know, kind of make this a big deal?” (Of
course, he said this in French.) His vision was to host a health training for a
bigger group of students, inviting some college students from a town called
Bobo to come and help. He also later thought of hosting a conference for other
students concerning the role of the youth in the fight against malaria. After
both of these events, we could drum up enough buzz to do our actual malaria
booth project.
Well, first
came the attempts at soliciting donations. Ugh. This did not go well. There
were some creative differences between me and the doctor about how much money
was needed to finance our project. I ended up conceding to him and I made
rounds around my town and Banfora, our regional capital, in order to convince
the regional medical center and government to support us. Officially, I got
squat. However, an official decided to pitch in about ten dollars and a giant
roll of paper to help out. That actually ended up making it all possible.
The
training (or formation as it’s called in French) went superbly well. We only
started an hour late! Three doctors and one nurse presented information about
both malaria and malnutrition (added to the project in order to coax
non-forthcoming donations) and nine other local health agents followed the
training in order to give their own experiences and advice to the eighteen
students present. We talked about how each year there are thousands of reported
deaths due to malaria in the country but that this number is only the “tip of
the iceberg”.
NOTE: There
is no ocean here, let alone any snow or naturally-occurring ice. I had a chance
to talk about the Titanic and draw quite a lovely diagram of an iceberg on the
blackboard during this talk.
At the end,
we shared drinks and sandwiches provided by the local hospital and psyched
ourselves up for the actual work day to come. I also got relentlessly teased by
the doctor because of a communication error resulting in me getting two drinks.
“The village chief! He gets two drinks, two wives, two of everything!” “Four
wives!” I corrected.
The
conference went well but due to conflicting ceremonies in the two major high
schools (which were not necessarily all that necessary), we only had 54
students. However, what a group of 54 students! They, along with four members
of a local health association, presented sketches and their ideas of how to
give back to the community. Ideas included encouraging sick family members to go
to the hospital, teaching friends about malarial symptoms, organizing a
clean-up of local health clinics and creating a health council of students to
plan future projects. I was extremely proud of the passion and creativity of
this group of students. Normally, out of financial necessity, volunteer service
is rarely considered. Yet here was a group of students willing to sacrifice
their time and soccer-playing in order to not only come to the conference at
the Mayor’s office, but to commit to something greater. Cool.
Finally,
the final day arrived. Armed with questionnaires and health campaign smocks, my
core group of 15 students (we lost three to Palm Sunday services) tackled the
local market accompanied by my fellow volunteer Jess Szalawiga. We divided up
into groups which could communicate in all the common local languages and dove
in, spreading our newfound knowledge of malaria and malnutrition. We talked
about mosquito nets and vomiting and measured babies’ arms to check for danger
signs. Two of the three mothers we
encountered with severely malnourished babies ended up following through with
the students’ advice and seeking help at the hospital! Seriously, I think my students saved some
lives.
At the end
of the day, the team ended up talking with over 500 people in my town. Who
knows who we could have inspired in the process! Not only is malaria back on
the minds of the townspeople, but now a team of fifteen students have developed
their leadership abilities and professional behavior. Seriously, this was such
a highlight of my service here.
If you
teach in the States, please, consider taking a moment to talk with your
students about the reality of malaria in Africa. It’s something that Americans
never even think about. However, the world is a significantly larger place than
the United States. Everyone hears about the one case of Ebola in Mali but no
one hears of the millions killed each year by malaria. Follow my students’
example and spread the word!