Me with my sponsored children

Me with my sponsored children
Me with my sponsored children

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Saturday night in an Arusha hospital

Yes, I'm fine; I was the driver of a sick little boy and his parents.

Saturday night I was in my room on skype when one of my housemates and fellow mentor, Joelle, came to say that one of our night guards was on the phone. I had seen Godfrey earlier that day, and he said they were just taking his young son Christian to the hospital as they thought he had asthma. His wife cleans for us, and his 5 year old daughter Agape was in the preschool class I spent so much time with last year. He is good friends with Joelle and Corinne, another housemate and mentor, and so he called Joelle because he didn't know who else to call. It was 10:00 at night, and their son was worse and they wanted to take him to the hospital but couldn't get there at night. I got on the phone and asked if he wanted me to take them. He said, yes, please, and that they would be there as soon as they could get there.
About 11 they arrived at our compound gate, and I picked them up and off we went. Christian was very warm, sleeping, but didn't appear to be having trouble breathing. We arrived at the hospital around 11:30, and waited to be seen. While there, I saw more drunk men than I've seen in awhile, some brought in by people who looked about as bad off as the men they brought in! One man who brought his friend in was apparently himself the victim of a knife wound, as I saw the hole in his shirt and the blood on the side of his shirt. As far as I could tell, no one paid any attention to that! There were also a couple of women and one or two other mothers and fathers with children. No one was unruly or dangerous in any way, and I thought I was in a documentary of third world hospitals! Mama Agape took Christian back, and he got some kind of injection because Godfrey and I heard him yelling, "Maamaa!" It was so pitiful!
Eventually it was decided the mother and son would be admitted to the hospital, but not the one we were at, and I couldn't take them because they had to go in an official hospital car. I knew Godfrey didn't want to leave them so I told him we
could stay as long as he wanted to. Another mama there finally sad she'd look after them and we should just go. It was about 1:00 by then, so we left, giving Mama Agape Godfrey's phone and my phone number, so she'd be able to contact someone. On the way back Godfrey admitted he didn't know where to sleep as he couldn't go back to his home in the village that late. I offered him one of our guest bedrooms, and he took me up on it. I asked him if I could get him water or milk and he said, "Can you help me? I have hunger." I warmed up some soup and made him a cup of tea, made his bed, showed him where the bathroom was, and said good night.
I did think momentarily of putting a note under the doors of my sleeping housemates, but decided he'd be gone before they woke up. However, Sarah got up in the night, saw lights (I don't think Godfrey knew how to turn them off so he left them on!), and went to turn them off, including the one in Godfrey's bedroom! She saw male legs and had no idea what they were doing there, as she'd already been in bed when I left! I told everyone about it the next morning, but it did give her a rather troubled night!
Mama and Christian ended up staying in the hospital till yesterday (Tuesday), and he had pneumonia, it turns out. Godfrey just came by to thank me again and welcome me to his house any time. He also wants to bring the family to see me, so I told him we would make plans for both of those things. He apologized for the trouble, but I told him I had originally named my car Saidi, which is Swahili for "help," as I prayed that God would use the car to help others. I told him, "It's really God's car. He just lets me drive it!"

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