Sailing Sailing Over the Ocean Blue

Well after sixteen days at sea let me tell you I am ready for some dry land!  I thought I should update a few sailing photos so you can see what we've been up to as we departed Togo and headed down to South Africa... 

Here are the final preparations prior to departure - putting up the gangway

Estellie and I as we are leaving the port for the final time

Those staying on land with off ship programs waved us off..can you find me on the top deck?

...and the view from the dock of the ship leaving the port backward

Goodbye Togo!

We've had quite a few sailing activities to keep us busy given our extended time at sea. This has included plenty of movie nights, sock golf, a carnival, and a "Sailing Olympics." The sponsor for the sailing olympics was HobNob biscuits, which is slightly ironic given that these cookies only come out during sail time to ward off sea sickness.  I was on the olympic team "North and South," named appropriately as we are two North Americans and two South Africans. Please note that Matt is not smiling as he said he had his "game face" on.  We are holding toothbrushes in this photo as we were instructed to bring them with us for the Olympic events.  Here we are ready to start the games!

We played many interesting games such as "count as many hobnob cookie boxes as you can while walking around inside a hula hoop"and see how big you can make a HobNob tower!  Unfortunately though, we did not win the sailing olympics.  Had we won, we would have received one of these lovely hobnob cookie box trophies!  Oh well :)

In other fun news we had a few days of quite rocky sailing.  We made it to a Force 8 (Force 12 is hurricane weather according to the Beaufort Scale) and here is a nice photo of the bow on our very stable rail ferry of a ship.  The bow was closed for quite a few days during this rocky time, as the waves were at times over 20 feet high! 

 

Well that's my sailing update from somewhere off the coast of South Africa.  Next stop: Durban, South Africa - the third busiest container port in the Southern Hemisphere. 

Later this week I'll depart the ship for good as I finish off this year long adventure.  I'll travel throughout South Africa before returning stateside, and then do a little traveling in the midwest as well.   So I might be MIA from the blog for a while...but perhaps there are a few final blog thoughts to come!

A VVF Update

VVF is a condition in which walking down the street, you might not notice that a woman has a problem. It's not a protruding facial tumor or an ugly limp that is visible to the outside world....until you get close enough to take in the overwhelming stench of urine. But more than any physical abnormality, these women that suffer from vesico-vaginal fistula live lives of shame and despair, cast apart emotionally and socially within their communities. To be relieved of that burden is nothing short of a miracle. The VVF surgeries ran all summer long, and so many miracles occurred onboard when these women had successful surgeries. Of those that didn't leave 100% dry, many left our ship with much smaller amounts of leaking urine than they came with, and in time may overcome their problems.

I mentioned Lelle, one of the VVF ladies in my previous blog posted here, and wanted to share the outcome of her surgery.  Unfortunately she was one of the very few women that didn't go home dry after her multiple surgery attempts. Lelle didn't have enough viable tissue to repair her fistula.  However, she will go to Niger to visit Dr. Steve's clinic for another attempt this fall. So keep praying for Lelle, for perseverance and continued hope despite the discouraging circumstances she's encountered thus far in life. As I've seen here in Africa, prayer can do crazy things when you least expect it.

Lelle is the lady in the photo that looks like she's laughing!

Prior to leaving the ship, every dry woman attends a dress ceremony in which she shares her story of what she has overcome.  I remember my first dress ceremony onboard. Our main VVF surgeon Dr. Steve said, "While we don't get paid here on Mercy Ships, this is our payback - seeing these women get a new chance at life."  So true Dr. Steve. The life experience gained far outweighs any monetary value of working for the forgotten poor on this hospital ship.  I have yet to attend a dress ceremony in which there is a dry eye in the house!  I will leave you with one of the success stories.  This is the story of Cicile and her celebration of new life.  Happy reading!

Cicile Ahamogbe stands in front of a room full people. Tears well up in her eyes.

“If I cry,” she says, “they are tears of joy. I could stand here forever, and cry and cry and cry tears of joy. Dr. Arrowsmith and all the nurses, how can I thank you?”

Cicile, 44 years old, suffered from a condition called vesico-vaginal fistula, or VVF. This problem, common in countries where there is a lack of obstetric care, occurs when a woman is in labor for long periods of time without medical help. The pressure of the baby causes a hole to form between the bladder and the vagina. The result is an uncontrolled flow of urine.

Cicile endured unbearable situations. She was incontinent for a year and a half, and she was treated as an outcast because of the odor of urine. The problem was caused when she was in labor for three days before finally receiving a cesarean section. Her beautiful daughter, Destino, is lucky to be alive. Cicile lives in Kpalime, a town about three hours north of Lomé. She learned to cope with her problem during the day by going to the bathroom constantly. But at night the problem was most evident. She explains, “I would wake up in the night with the children sleeping in my bed, and we would all be wet … the blanket, my clothes, their clothes, everything.”

It became very difficult for Cicile to provide for her children. Sometimes her husband sent money, but for the most part Cicile had little or no money to feed or clothe her kids. The incontinence kept her in her house …very alone.

Before coming to the Africa Mercy, Cecile did not know anyone who had the same problem as she did. Once she arrived at the hospital ship, however, she met several women just like her, and she will return to Kpalime with a support system that will be invaluable.

She says, “It helps to know others like you. I hope that we will all leave here dry. I have faith that the doctors and nurses of Mercy Ships can take care of us.”

Cicile's faith held true. Today, she attends her dress ceremony. She stands in a maroon dress with a white beaded necklace. She smells of lavender. She is surrounded by four other women. She is crying tears of joy. After two surgeries by VVF surgeon, Dr. Steve Arrowsmith, Cicile stands triumphant. “I am dry!” she exclaims. “I am dry forever!”

The dress ceremony celebrates rebirth. The women who have successful surgeries are given a new life, and that calls for celebration! They are no longer outcasts, and they are able to stand among their peers without shame. It is a wonderful day when VVF ladies like Cicile get to dance in a dress ceremony.  Cicile knows she is lucky and blessed. She poignantly states, “Thanks to Mercy Ships, today my beauty has been restored. The ugliness is gone.”

A weekend at Wli Falls

For all of my non-facebook blog followers (i.e: mom and dad) I thought I'd post a few photos from my latest African adventure.  Five of us headed over the border recently to neighboring Ghana to see the biggest falls West Africa has to offer.  They were amazing.  But there was more than just the falls.  My favorite part of the weekend was camping out on the mountain with just our tents, the fire and the open sky. You don't get views like that every day! The next morning after camping we embarked on a six hour hike to get to both the upper and lower Wli falls with our guide Alfonz, as he macheted his way through the bush for us.  It was a great way to finish off my time in West Africa and definitely a trip to remember.  Here are a few of my favorites: 

Let the adventure begin

   Taking in the sunset after the hike to the campground

Race you to the top!

After a tough climb in the sweltering humidity

Definitely worth it!

You can see the rest of the photos from my weekend here

The Rich List

I was told that I've been given the gift of frustration.  It's a gift because many people don't see it the way I do.  After spending this past year in Africa, I know I've changed. My eyes have been opened to how drastically different third world living truly is.  I'm saddened by the needs of those who don't have enough here in Africa (and elsewhere) and I'm saddened that back home in the US I didn't have a clue.  It becomes so much more real when it's not just a commercial for Save the Children - but when you work and surround yourself with these folks daily.  That gap between the rich and the poor is what frustrates me.  Not only the economical gap, but the gap in knowledge.  So many of the rich just don't know the poor. 

Don't get me wrong - as far as spending goes I'm right there with those back at home.  I've accumulated so much in my short lifetime in the way of material wealth that I don't need.  Packing up my house when I left the states last spring, I donated boxes upon boxes upon boxes to the goodwill.  And that was before I put the rest of my "stuff" into storage and left my house fully furnished.  Here on the ship patients come to us and they don't even have shoes to cover their feet, let alone a solid roof over their head at home.  Or I think of the pastor of a church that I so often attended.  In one of his last talks before the ship left, he spoke of having to relieve himself in front of his fellow church members by the sea, as there were no toilets in the community and this was the designated "relieving spot."  He talked of trying to be intimate with his wife while his five kids slept in their one room shack that he shared with his family.  He spoke of how difficult this life has been for him.  He is just one in the many sea of faces that will be hard to forget.  If I had to summarize this past year in a word, it would be humility.  Each and every experience has served to make me humbled beyond imagine. 

So as I finish this year-long adventure next week, I hope I don't forget it all.  I want to file each memory away into the depths of my experience where I will never forget. I want to remember each person I've encountered and in that reflection, I want to be inspired to fight for the injustice of the poor.  I don't want to return to America and get absorbed into the wealth and the need to have the latest and greatest things.  I don't want to become indifferent toward those that live across the ocean in my memories.  I'll be honest.  I'm scared that is what's going to happen as I go back and relish in my modern comforts of stateside life. So please, reader, hold me accountable to remembering.   

I came across this website recently and wanted to share it for my Friday's favorite:

www.globalrichlist.com

Check it out.  See where you fall on the rich list.  Then think about what you can do to inspire change for the better.  You definitely don't have to go to Africa for a year.  Although with all that I've been taught, I'm so glad I did.

"We must help the weak and remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he himself said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’ " ~Acts 20:35

Obama Love!

This past weekend I met a guy who referred to me as Obama every time he spoke (since obviously Barack and I look so much alike).  I've heard him referred to as "America's president but Africa's son."  With that in mind, I have never felt so loved as an American as I do over here in Africa.  So while Obama's popularity continues to plummet back in the states, on African soil he is more popular than ever.  Here are a few photos that show his never-ending love from Africa. 

A popular beach in Cotonou last year

He gets steets named after him...

very official looking streets!

As well as bars

Let's not forget about keeping him close to home

 He is a clothing staple over here

and finally, my all time favorite kids in Kpalime being protected by the one and only!

Only in Africa..... =)

Friday's Favorite Twin Pic

A while back I went out of town with some of the day volunteers to their village up north. As a thank you for visiting them, they had matching dresses made for my friend Joanna and I.  So last week we went to church wearing our very African-esque outfits. Surprisingly, we found another pair of twins (height appropriate) and thought we needed a photo!

Part of ship living means that people are constantly coming and going.  So as the outreach is wrapping up people are leaving left and right.  This last week Jo also left the ship.  She came in January and has been a very good friend this year.  Our desks were right next to each other at work and the Health Care Service office just isn't quite the same without her.  She is missed!

The Food Market in Pictures

Recently my friend Rachel and I went to the Lome food market.  Many Africans buy the majority of their daily food intake inside this open air market.   With mainly imported goods in the grocery stores, the food is expensive even by American standards (ie: a standard cereal costs about $5 a box). I thought I'd share a few photos from our afternoon at the market, as I think the pictures speak for themselves!

One stall = one stop shopping

An aesthetic display of fish

This is cow skin - used to flavor soups and stews

Another African favorite - large fried rats

..and who would want fried rats without some veggies and peppers on top for flavor?

Multiple types of cereal grains and beans - an African staple

unidentified spice packets galore

...and finally, at the end of the market we found some chickens lounging at the feet of their owners while awaiting purchase.

As a dietitian, I love learning about food traditions and practices of different cultures. This year out and about in Africa I've experienced my fair share of food surprises from bugs in foods where bugs don’t belong to my leftovers being offered on my plate to the table next door after I’m finished. After my recent visit to the food market, I think my perspective on African cuisine is even further substantiated; I can say without a doubt that my sense of adventure for eating all things African is diminishing quickly!