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A small look into what my personal experiences in Mozambique are like. Written as a stream of consciousness, these are my thoughts, my successes and my failures. Life is all about the moments that we live in. I hope that the moment you take out of your life to read this blog is a positive one. The views and opinions in this blog are my own and do not reflect those of the U.S. Government or U.S. Peace Corps.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Ebola.

So with all of the recent media attention about the Ebola outbreaks in West Africa, and the few reported cases in the United States, I felt it was time to make a post about Ebola. . . . And how it has absolutely no affect on my life in Mozambique. I’m not arguing the severity of the outbreaks, and will touch on that later in this post, however if one more person asks me "how's Africa", or if I’m worried I wont be able to fly home in December because of Ebola  . . . sigh. Read and learn, kids.

Firstly, lets start by taking a look at just how BIG, the CONTINENT of Africa really is –
It is huge…

Reminder- I live in the COUNTRY of Mozambique, which is located in the ‘china part 2’ area along the coast, on the CONTINENT of Africa.

Now, lets take a look at where the outbreaks of Ebola are happening . . . and now, lets compare the two maps that we have. Where I live in relation to where the outbreaks are happening. As we can see, I am incredibly far from the outbreak area.


Next, I’d like to share with you a simple graph of what “Africa’s killers” really are. These are issues that have been going on here for years, and are a much higher cause of death than Ebola.

From this graph, I would like to share a simple yet powerful illustration followed by the online article about how what’s wrong with the way the West talks about Ebola. It is an epidemic that (according to the most recent World Health Organization statistic - 
http://www.reuters.com/article/2014/10/22/us-health-ebola-who-idUSKCN0IB23220141022) has killed close to 5,000 people in various West African countries (Guinea, Sierra Leone and Liberia)…. It has killed ONE in the United States.

"People in the African continent are more regarded as an abstract statistic than a patient in the U.S. or Europe," he said. "How many individual stories do we know about any African patients? None. They are treated as an indistinguishable crowd." - AndrĂ© Carrilho


Now, with all of this said – I do not feel that Ebola is an issue that should be overlooked. It is a deadly disease that threatens humanity, by preying on humanity.

“The most striking thing about the virus is the way in which it propagates. True, through bodily fluids, but to suggest as much is to ignore the conditions under which bodily contact occurs. Instead, the mechanism Ebola exploits is far more insidious. This virus preys on care and love, piggybacking on the deepest, most distinctively human virtues. Affected parties are almost all medical professionals and family members, snared by Ebola while in the business of caring for their fellow humans. More strikingly, 75 percent of Ebola victims are women, people who do much of the care work throughout Africa and the rest of the world. In short, Ebola parasitizes our humanity.” – Benjamin Hale


Some facts about transmission and treatment;

Healthcare providers caring for Ebola patients and the family and friends in close contact with Ebola patients are at the highest risk of getting sick because they may come in contact with infected blood or body fluids of sick patients.

During outbreaks of Ebola, the disease can spread quickly within healthcare settings (such as a clinic or hospital). Exposure to Ebola can occur in healthcare settings where hospital staff are not wearing appropriate protective equipment, including masks, gowns, and gloves and eye protection.

Once someone recovers from Ebola, they can no longer spread the virus. However, at this point in time there is no FDA-approved vaccine or medicine (e.g., antiviral drug) is available for Ebola. Experimental vaccines and treatments for Ebola are under development, but they have not yet been fully tested for safety or effectiveness.

https://www.jacobinmag.com/2014/08/the-political-economy-of-ebola/


Symptoms of Ebola are treated as they appear. The following basic interventions, when used early, can significantly improve the chances of survival:
  • Providing intravenous fluids (IV)and balancing electrolytes (body salts)
  • Maintaining oxygen status and blood pressure
  • Treating other infections if they occur


Recovery from Ebola depends on good supportive care and the patient’s immune response. People who recover from Ebola infection develop antibodies that last for at least 10 years, possibly longer. It isn't known if people who recover are immune for life or if they can become infected with a different species of Ebola. Some people who have recovered from Ebola have developed long-term complications, such as joint and vision problems.

Finally, for those who are worried about me being able to come home in December – or have heard suggestions on the social media/news about a travel ban to/from Africa, I urge you to read this next article;


If we want to stop deadly diseases from spreading, and reduce our exposure to dangerous pathogens, we have to fight them when and where they emerge.

To battle continuing epidemics and potential pandemics, we need strong health and surveillance systems in every country and research and development not only for the diseases of the rich (such as cancer and heart conditions) but also for the infections of the poor.” – Charles Kenny


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

where is home?

Good Morning!

A very good friend sent me this link from a Ted Talks transcript from back in July. It discusses the question “where do you come from”/”where is home” . . . I find it to be so spot-on and true in some of the descriptions and feel that I can really relate to it.

“Movement was only as good as the sense of stillness that you could bring to it to put it into perspective”


“And it's only by stepping out of your life and the world that you can see what you most deeply care about and find a home.”

My time here in Mozambique has given me more time alone with my own thoughts than I ever have had in my life before. I have had the profound experiences of feeling so low that getting out of bed seemed like an impossible task, and the feelings of absolute happiness. I am so incredibly fortunate to have had this experience. While there are days where I complain about it (more often than not these days) I know that I am growing and learning as an individual here more than I ever could have had I remained in the same place.

My life movement, being a modern-day vagabond (if you will) has allowed me an introspective look about what ‘home’ really is to me. It is not the actual structure, it is the people and memories that offer me support and love no matter where I am in the world.

So for all of you at ‘home’ be it in Pittsburgh, various locations in the United States, here in Moz, or in other fantastic countries – I would just like to say how much I appreciate you.

Have a fantastic Tuesday.


Monday, October 20, 2014

surf, sand and soccer

Well hello there-
Life in a big city has its disadvantages like it does in any country in the world. A few weeks ago I was privy to an experience that I had been hoping to avoid during my time here in Mozambique, but it happened nevertheless. I had an attempted robbery/mugging when I was walking home from the yoga class that I had been participating in with friends.

I am safe, and unhurt (save for some fading bruises on my arm), and reported it to Peace Corps. It happened, it was traumatic, I cried. Its done. I haven’t been going out in the evenings at all – instead spending my nights at home doing various forms of exercise (yoga, cardio, total body circuits) finding that it has become a good hobby and stress reliever. I’ve also been experimenting with cooking to fill the evenings – this weeks experiment was a pumpkin curry with a coconut milk base. Delicious.

Stand up comedy has also become a big chunk of my evenings entertainment- so if anyone has favorite stand up artists, please let me know and I will try to download them to watch!
Work still continues to be a frustration, I spent the week at the ICAP office doing work online for Peace Corps, and sending emails to the DPS trying to schedule a meeting. I finally was able to get through to people here, and am currently sitting in a room, waiting for a training workshop about data collection for HIV related information to start. It is 930am, and the meeting was to start promptly at 8. Just goes to show that even in the big city, working with professionals NO ONE ever shows up on time.

Thankfully the meeting ended up being a success, and I think it was a great way to get my foot in the door with the DPS. . unfortunately ICAP still proves to be a challenge. . so keep your fingers crossed for me.

 October 15 was Election Day in Mozambique! Thankfully here in Quelimane it seemly passed peacefully and without any big incidents.

This past weekend I made an impromptu trip to the beach about 30 minutes from here, named Zalala. The trip was exactly what I needed. Getting out of the city was wonderful – just being at the beach with the wind, sand and water. It was a party weekend with some friends of a friend, so there was consistently beer in hand, great food to be had (fresh seafood of course), and just lots of laughter and music. We came back Saturday afternoon- which was nice. One night on the sand in my tent was enough haha, especially when I have a very comfortable bed only 30 minutes away.

But the best part of the weekend was Saturday afternoon- I got to play soccer on the beach!! I do not even have the words to explain just how wonderful it was to play, let alone in the setting I was in . . .sigh. I really miss the sport. More than anything really. It is one of the most frustrating things about being a woman here in Moz. . .the inability to play soccer. I can talk until I am blue in the face about how I played in college, how I was a coach, and how I have a good understanding and deep love for the game-  but many people (read, men) do not take me seriously because I am a woman. Sooo when I have an opportunity to play, I go all out.

When the teams were being selected I was originally placed on the sidelines as a ‘sub’ … knowing all too well how that goes (I sit there until the game is over, never seeing time on the actual field). So when that happened, I put up a bit of a fuss, and was allowed to stay on the field (noticing many eye rolls, and dismay of the men). . . the quickly realized how wrong they were. I’m not trying to talk myself up here, but I do know how to play haha- after scoring two goals and assisting with another one, the ‘men’ realized that in fact, I did know what I was doing. Suck it.

I had such a fun time running around, really getting into the game. It wasn't until the next day (and today) that my body was like “what the fuck did you do?” haha loose sand, and running around on it for a few hours awoke some muscles that I forgot I had. And here I was thinking that my daily workouts were doing me some good. . .sigh. someone is getting old around here.

Anyway. . .the work week has started off with our weekly meeting at ICAP. And now we have all returned to our separate desks, and of course- I find myself with nothing to do for ICAP. SIGH…. Just another day in Moz.

Hope all is well at home.
xo








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Monday, October 6, 2014

still on the struggle bus

Well. Its October. . .
The leaves should be changing colors at home, that crisp feel to the air, spiced apple cider, going to pumpkin patch, and Halloween celebrations . . . here in Mozambique, its just starting to get hotter.

I miss the changing of seasons. Here its just hot, or hotter. Not too much of a variation. Sure there are seasonal crops and such – but that's basically when different tropical fruits are edible and when they aren’t. I suppose its not all that bad, many people dream of climates like this, and hate the cold – maybe its because I was born and raised in Western PA, where there are very distinct seasonal changes, that I miss it. Even the freezing cold snow and ice… which, I will see. The two month countdown has started . . . get your requests in now for any nick-nacks or Christmas presents from Mozambique that you would like.

Unfortunately this will not be a positive blog post. . .yet again.

 I am still finding it to be a struggle to be in Quelimane. . . yes, I am making my house homier, and am starting to enjoy it more (or maybe I’ve just gotten used to it), but work continues to be a struggle. Last week, I went to the ICAP office every day, from 7am until around 3:30pm. I tried to be included in meetings, events and such, but it is data collection time, meaning my coworkers are all very focused on their excel spreadsheets, and getting the data into New York. . . This leaves me to sit here. Day in and day out, trying to find things to do.

I participated in a few conference calls with Peace Corps staff in Maputo that would have been productive, unfortunately the connection was terrible, and it became more of a hassle to try and keep me connected- and we eventually just ended the call.

I sent off the final draft for the GAAC Toolkit that we’ve been working on, waiting for review and feedback. . . sent a bunch of emails for other work topics, reached out to some new PCV’s to see how their integration is going. . .and surfed the web. Needless to say, it was a long and stupid week.

Trying in vain to meet with people from the DPS (provincial department of health) who I am supposed to be partnered with. Waiting for feedback from my proposed project ideas to ICAP (the I-NGO I am partnered with), and now, waiting for feedback from the GAAC Toolkit.

I am busy for maybe an hour out of my day, sending and responding to emails. . and then I sit here in an office.

I miss Tia Julia. At least when I didn't have work in Quissico, I could go an sit with her for hours on end, watching the towns movements, and chatting with a good friend. Ive tried to get to know my neighbors, to no avail. . . they just aren’t interested. I’ve made some friends that I do yoga with in the evenings. . however I don't always attend our classes because I don't feel safe walking around the city at night.

I am currently dealing with a lot of inter-personal drama with friends, and family. So I’m finding that a good outlet has been yoga and drawing.  I had some fellow PCV’s over this past weekend, which was nice in some respects, and incredibly annoying in others. Let me state for the record, that I truly enjoy cooking for people, I enjoy having people around my house, hanging out, going out on the town etc. HOWEVER – when people ‘forget’ to chip in for the costs of things, it stops being enjoyable and becomes annoying. There is more to this, but that's all I feel like saying for now.
Wah, wah, wah.
Poor me.

Sorry again for the negative tone in the blog. Just the way things are right now.
I have decided that if I am still unhappy by the time I come home for leave, I will just stay stateside, work for a while and save up money for graduate school (which is also something that I am reconsidering).

If anyone has suggestions, job opportunities, thoughts about graduate school etc. . . I am open for suggestions/guidance.

Thanks

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