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    by Jonathan White, Director of International Relations

After the clinic and our support of the Nursery, Primary and Secondary Schools make up the next biggest component of our program in the Kiryandongo Refugee Settlement.  The students we support are mostly Kenyan refugees, but there is also a small group of Sudanese students and one Congolese that receive full support for school fees and supplies as well.

I was really hoping while I was here to observe the schools in action, and see t he classrooms filled with students, but sadly I had arrived right in between first and second semester and they were off school for the whole week.  I hadn’t really thought to ask, but the logistics of my trip made this week the only one I could manage, so I’ll have to leave that for the next visit.

I was, fortunately, able to see one small group of 6^th grade students at the “Can Rom” Primary school in a classroom cramming for their big exams that were  coming up at the end of the year.  This was a really nice treat after seeing all the quiet, empty school buildings. The principal of the Primary School made a short presentation, introduced me to the  class, and had our Kenyan students raise their hands–more than half the class was supported by Real Medicine.

Charles Naku, RMF Project Coordinator Uganda,  then made a short speech to them about the importance of education and how proud we were to see them working so hard during their holidays. It boggles the mind to even try  imagining a group of 6^th grade students in the U.S. voluntarily coming to school in the middle of their vacation? Now try and imagine them doing that on an empty stomach.

I met with each principal of the 5 schools we support: two nursery schools, two primary schools (elementary) and one secondary school (high school). Each was deeply thankful for the number of students we supported and each had a “wish list” to present to me in the hope that, should our budget have anything left or we find additional funding, the students might benefit.

The wish lists were as follows:

Beth Cole Nursery School: Funds are needed to repair the roof structure as the existing roof is in danger of collapsing. Classes have been moved to a very small cabin but with 100 children it is hard to imagine that they can all fit inside.

Daystar Nursery School: Though this school building is in good shape, there are no desks, chairs,  or furniture of any kind, forcing the students to sit on floor. Funds for chairs, benches or desks, and some toys are needed.

Can Rom Primary School: RMF supports the school fees and supplies for 223 of the 534 students here, but there are still many more in the settlement that should be attending but aren’t. The buildings constructed by the UNHCR and the Ugandan government were all in decent shape and large enough to house the students but the principal, who had just started two months ago, said there were still many things they needed to make this a good learning environment.  The things he wanted to do most for his students were: plant trees in the school yard for shade and buy musical instruments, games, soccer balls, and costumes as they have no extra-curricular activities at all.

Arnold Primary School:  RMF supports 201 of the students here, and like the other schools, there are always other things that can be funded beyond the school fees. Teachers at this school travel quite far to get here, and their lunches aren’t covered, so most wait all day until they return home to eat supper.  The complete lack of extra-curricular activities was also mentioned.

Vocational Training Center: a path forward?

After all the meetings with everyone over the course of three days, the one thing the community decided it needed the most, for both graduated students and adults, was a Vocational Training Center.  After putting it to a community vote, the idea of reinstating a long since defunct Vocational Training program was presented to me as a wish for the rest of the year.

Particularly important is giving the recently graduated teenagers something productive to learn so that they have a real chance at finding a job.  I met one of the top students, a very engaging kid with great spirit and obvious intellect, and he couldn’t find work anywhere.  Like bored teenagers or young adults anywhere, they are turning to alcohol to pass the time and numb their frustrations.

I was shown the space where the old Vocational Center was run, and it still had all the training lists on the wall, and a few odds and ends of rusting carpentry tools. The idea had obvious merit, and fits in with RMF’s idea of helping people rebuild lives with the aim of getting off the aid as soon as possible.

I had agreed strongly that this was a good idea for the community as a whole, but once again wasn’t sure how we’d manage it with our budget. I told them to carefully study exactly how much it would take to get this program up and running, at least with one of the programs, not all three.  We will revisit this idea once I have heard back from them, but it would be fantastic to start a program, however small, that gives people the ability to start paying their children’s school fees themselves and be self sufficient. This is after all one of the driving ideas behind Real Medicine.

If you’d like to donate to this or any of Real Medicine’s causes, you can click the donate button on this page or through our website at realmedicinefoundation.org  

School project funding:

• $50: toys for Nursery or Primary School
• $100 or more: Tree planting, Sports equipment, or Musical Instruments for Primary School
• $500 or more pays for furniture at the Daystar Nursery School or can go towards fixing the roof of Beth Cole Nursery School.

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by Jonathan White, RMF Director of International Relations

After the rousing and heart warming welcome I received on my first day’s visit to Kiryandongo, I spent the next two days immersed in our projects and meeting everyone I’d heard from in the community meetings one on one.  Partly to make personal connections with those who manage our projects, but also to gauge the effectiveness of our funding and prioritize the rest of our year.

The majority of our year’s funding was already committed to the operating costs of our primary clinic (staffing, medicine, and other supplies) and the school fees for the students we support, with a small amount left over for the many other needs of the community. I am learning quickly that this is, of course, the hardest part of the job: no matter how much funding you gather, there will always be something or someone you have to turn down.

Even so RMF’s impact is enormous here, though we are a lot smaller than people here think—the phrase “punching above our weight” definitely comes to mind.  Looking through the eyes of the community, our projects touch almost every area of life in this settlement, from providing health care, to fixing bore holes, to supporting their children and schools. They imagine we are an organization with hundreds of people running our operation back in the US.

Though we may not be as large as some might imagine, “punching above our weight” has helped foster continued support in these tight economic times. The impact of the world’s economic recession is felt triply in developing countries, as even the loss of $25,000 in funding can mean the end of a project.  As I have been seeing and hearing again and again this past week, many foreign funded development projects don’t wind down slowly, they pull out all at once and with little warning, with devastating impacts on the community.

While many other NGO’s across Africa are forced to shut down because of their donor’s pulling out, The World Children’s Fund has continued funding for our operations here through next March.

Panyandoli Health clinic

Our centrally located clinic, about three miles into the settlement, is a bustling hive of activity, and despite the illness and pain of the waiting patients, it is a peaceful, clean and orderly place, where the patients know that they will eventually be seen and the medicine they need should be in place.

This clinic used to be known as the “half dose” clinic a couple of years ago, as the medicine supply was never adequate to the demand, so doctors did the best they could with the meager supply.  Keeping up the medicine supply is an enormous challenge, especially with the ongoing treatment of things like malaria that doesn’t ever take a break from year to year.

With the money invested in upgrading the clinic however, we have made great progress this past year, including repainting, repair of the bore hole for water supply, new mattresses, mosquito nets/screens, continued maintenance of grounds, keeping medical supplies stocked up, and two restocks of medicine.  The constant flow of people using the clinic’s newly repaired bore hole, filling their bright yellow water cans one after the other, made one wonder how on earth they managed without it before it was repaired.

Funny to think about all the divisive arguments/debates we all heard about health care reform in the US over the past months, and then look at a group of unbelievably hard working doctors and nurses just asking for more training or a small gift of some sugar.  Sounds obvious, but one’s perspective is forever altered in a place like this.

Dr. Simon also mentioned that they were in desperate need of a resupply of emergency treatment formula for severely malnourished babies called Nan 1, and supplemental food supplies for their HIV positive patients.  Our current budgeted funds weren’t allowing him to buy these once he’s bought all the basic drugs and supplies needed every couple of months.

Other projects suggested included creating a proper cooking area for the patients families as they often lived to far from the clinic to go home for each meal, upgrading his staff’s accommodation to also include a kitchen area, and repairing the fence surrounding the perimeter.
Meeting Kamyoni and Victor

After reviewing all of this with Dr. Simon, he found a couple of patients recently treated successfully that were still on the clinic grounds. The first was a very shy 4 year old Kenyan girl named Kamayoni, whose mother had brought her to the clinic three days earlier, unconscious and with severe malaria complications, fever and hallucinations. Dressed in a frilly white dress, and initially frightened of me (she ran away when she first saw me with my camera) she bravely stood with her mother as I filmed her and the description of her successful treatment with IV treatment of Chloroquine.  Here she was three days later, looking healthy and energetic again, and ready to go back home to her family.

The next patient I met was a friendly and towering Kenyan teenager named Victor, proudly wearing a 50 Cent (the rapper) t-shirt and a huge smile, who was getting ready to walk home.  He had been feeling ill for a couple of weeks and had arrived at the clinic a week earlier with a severely infected wound on his leg and a swollen groin as a result of infection. After 5 days of treatment with penicillin and a careful cleaning and monitoring of his wound, he was healthy again, smiling happily and ready to return home to get ready for school’s second term.

by Jonathan White, RMF Director of International Relations

What a day

Not sure if I have the right words to describe this humbling experience and very full day, but I’ll try… This was all on the first of three days of my visiting the Kiryandongo Refugee Settlement in Uganda, where RMF manages a broad initiative with the help of generous funding from the World Children’s Fund (WCF).  Kiryandongo, like a lot of refugee camps/settlements, is run by the UN refugee Agency (UNHCR), and caters to refugees from the recent wars and unrest in Kenya, Sudan, Rwanda, the Congo as well as Ugandans displaced by flooding.

Our initiative works to fill the gaps in aid and resources to the camp that the UNHCR is unable to, which right now consists of supplying and supporting a primary health care clinic, supporting over 600 Kenyan and Sudanese school children, and an acupuncture program to help treat post traumatic stress disorder.

Straight into a community meeting

We had arrived the night before to the closest real town near the settlement after a long and occasionally very hot and bumpy 8 hour drive from Tororo. The day started right away with a formal meeting in a huge circular thatched roof building in the settlement with all the stakeholders involved: community leaders, head of each refugee group (Sudan, Congo, Rwanda, and Ugandan) teachers of nursery, primary and secondary school, UNHCR, Office of the Prime Minister, with Charles (RMF field coordinator) and I sitting in the front facing the entire group.

I was a little surprised by the size and seriousness of the meeting which started by going around the room one by one with each person welcoming me, describing how much had been done for them by RMF, and their hopes for future projects we might contribute to.  I definitely wasn’t prepared to be doing this first thing upon arrival, as I initially thought I would just casually familiarize myself with the project, do some tours and have a few casual one on one meetings…this was not at all what was planned as I was about to discover!

As I listened for over an hour to each person’s heartfelt gratitude and requests on behalf of each group they were representing, it became increasingly clear with each story that there were still huge gaps in aid and resources to enable these people to put their lives back together again.  I suspect this is fairly normal situation in a refugee settlement of over 5,000 people (which is actually small by UN standards), which is essentially trying to function as a self contained town….an enormous number of things that need to happen for this to happen, maybe it never does.  From expanding school programs to the many children who still weren’t able to pay fees, to programs such as vocational training, income generating or microfinance initiatives to help people become self sufficient were just a few of the things mentioned.

These were proud people, and were genuinely looking for ways to support themselves again. At the end of the hour of going around the room, Charles tells me I am expected to speak to address the group about what I had just heard from everyone, which was unnerving to say the least, with them hanging on my every word and me still getting my head around the 6 pages of notes I had just scribbled down.  I decided to keep it short and not get myself in any trouble…I thanked them for the warm welcome, and let them know I was there on behalf of RMF to listen to their situations, learn and tour our initiatives, bring my findings back to the US and hope to address some of their concerns over the coming year.   This was greeted with warm approval and I breathed sigh of relief.

Deeper into the settlement

The meeting wrapped up after a couple of hours, and we all drove deeper into the settlement, and I again realized I had misjudged and that my imagination of what a refugee settlement would be like was obviously confused with the difference between a “camp” and “settlement”.  This was a “settlement”, and is absolutely enormous, something like 12 squarekilometers, and each refugee family gets a plot of land to build a home and farm some land.

I had been picturing a fenced in, crowded tent camp, the kind you see on CNN during war reporting…this place was filled with rows and rows of corn as far as the eye could see and little thatched roof circular brick huts with families spread fairly far apart.  The settlement continued off into the distance past rolling hills and further than I could see.  So while these people were in most cases very poor, they at least had their own plot of land, and homes that the Ugandan government allows them to keep in their family for 100 years.

Next stop for the day was the primary health care clinic that we supported, a five building complex complete with a general clinic, Maternity Ward, Children’s ward, Women’s health center, lab/blood testing, and a medicine dispensary.  Everything in the clinic compound was freshly painted, clean and orderly, and nicely manicured grounds.  I was told it looked like it would be a slow day for them, and by slow day they meant there were only 50 people waiting in line instead of 100!  More on the clinic later, as I did another tour the following day.

We returned to our hotel for a quick lunch and were told to return for my “welcome reception” at 2 o’clock.  As we were driving out of the settlement we passed a group of women dancing and singing in unison, as I fumbled with my camera bag to take a photo, Charles told me not to worry, I’d see plenty more of that later as they were practicing for me…this was going to be interesting.

Let the Show Begin

Returning to the camp after lunch, we drove to a different area of the settlement, where the secondary school was located, and parked in front of the performance hall which was already filled with people.  It was threatening to rain so they had decided to hold the reception inside.

As I got out of the car, two young girls ran up and grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the doorway while a group of a dozen women dressed in bright yellow slowly filed in behind me and started singing beautifully, Charles told me it was their welcome song and I was sang and danced all the way inside to sit at a table in the front of the hall. There were already a couple hundred people packed inside waiting, and as I was walked in by the two girls they all stood and cheered and clapped.  This was really too much and I was definitely not feeling worthy of all this attention, I smiled humbly, felt like I was having an out of body experience, and was escorted to my chair with a swell of singing.

The next hour was the most amazing and deeply moving display of gratitude and warmth I am sure I will ever see….A dazzling variety show of singing, dancing, little performance plays and poetry.  From 3 year olds to 80 years olds, all ages were represented.  Each group, the Congolese, Sudanese, Rwandan, and Ugandan, all had very distinctive different singing and dancing styles.

My favorite one musically was definitely the Congolese which had a great driving drum beat kept by a 10 year old, and the dancing award definitely goes to the Sudanese women with crazy swaying leg movements I can’t really describe. What was also really amazing is that almost every group had also written a special song about RMF, and I was really glad I had been asked to bring a video camera and was recording as much of this incredible event as I could.  They also put on little plays where both Charles and I were represented, plays about troubled teens, and plays about the role of education with their small children.

Far and away the cutest performance was the three four year olds enthusiastically reciting a short poem about education and RMF! I’m really hoping that part of the video comes out well. At the end of all of the performances over two hours later, it was of course, speech time again.  We listened for about an hour of speeches from all of the school teachers and principal about RMF’s and WCF’s school support and everyone’s hope for the future.

Again I could tell I was expected to finish it all of by addressing the now close to 500 people gathered….not exactly comfortable with public speaking before an enormous group of expectant strangers, but really moved and a bit choked up, I thanked them deeply for the welcome and the incredible show, told them how much my heart had been filled, how proud they should be of their children, and how I would bring back this joy I felt to our organization and anyone that asked me about Africa.

I’m still a little stunned by the whole experience, being fairly new to RMF, I certainly didn’t feel worthy of this level of gratitude but was glad to accept on behalf of the people who had made it happen. It is truly amazing to witness in person what RMF and WCF have achieved together for these very thankful people in the past two years here.

Kiryandongo Refugee Settlement

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