Tagged: Zambia

Apr 19

a little update from Zambia

I guess it’s about time I write an update…

So I’m still alive in Zambia, don’t worry. The clinic I work in here is in an even worse condition than the one I had in Ecuador… At least the Ecuadorean one was CLEAN…… Well, not that the staff are bad or anything, but they don’t use plastic gloves or masks! Omg… the first day I went I helped out at the Pharmacy to sort out their paracetamol and AcetylSalicylic acid pills. I asked for a plastic gloves, they looked at me in a wtf way, so I asked where I can wash my hands…. The toilet stinks like hell! No flush, no toilet roll, and with a smell of fermenting human manure… Spent another morning with the consultant. about 90% of the patients there had Malaria. It’s just like flu in our countries, very very common, and ppl are bound to catch it sometime in their life, and get well in about a week or two; yet Malaria sometimes sounds like an end-of-the-world disease in developed countries.

about 1 in 3 or 4 people in this country are HIV positive, and most of them have tuberculosis too. There’s a department completely devoted to TB patients (i.e. HIV – since they so often have them both together). It was actually very heartbreaking to see some little boys 8 or 9 years of age going in to get his medicine, yeah, long term ones, ones which they have to take for the rest of their life, if they could live long, that is; if their HIV positive status doesn’t cause him to have AIDS, that is…. I suddenly had an urge to cry when I saw all these that day at the clinic…. It’s really weird, I am usually very tough (yeah, excuse me, I really am) when it comes to situations like this, I didnt even had an intention to cry even in that Ecuador little girl incident (refer to my entries 4 months ago), but this time, somehow, it was really heartbreaking….

aiiii… oh well. But there really is a hell lot to learn from these people.

The other day I saw a man, walking in the street, his T-shirt reads:

I AM HIV-POSITIVE

in red, block letters.

At the back it reads:

BUT I LIVE A POSITIVE LIFE

People here are very very very understanding and accepting of HIV-positive ppl and even AIDS patients. They are not looked down upon.

This is so touching. Will this ever happen in SO-CALLED developed countries?

In the afternoon we usually spend time in an orphanage, kids there of all ages were orphaned since their parents died of AIDS.

The other day, we thought of playing that game of balloon-blasting with them (that game which we tie a balloon at our ankle then go around stepping and blasting each other’s balloon and whoever’s left with a balloon wins). We spent like 40 minutes blowing up and distributing the balloon, but just as we’re about the start the game, we saw the kids so happy with their precious new toy, a little boy simply walked towards me and go,

‘Lucci, let’s play!’

and played 1-on-1 volleyball with me with that balloon.

Then we realized that the game will be quite a trauma for them…. We give them something they really want then we ask them to destroy it???? they’ll definitely be traumatized!!!

These kids never take things for granted… And they appreciate every second we spend with them, every piece of little thing we give them

This trip really really is a valuable lesson in my life.

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Mar 31

hitch-hike

Okay, I’m off to Zambia tonight… 19 hours african bus ride… wish me luck. Hope I could cross the border succesfully and safely.

And guess what I did yesterday…. First time ever in my life….

I HITCHHIKED!

sorry if I sound very ignorant or inexperienced but it really was the first time I did anything like that.

Basically I took a local taxi to the rural outskirts of the capital, Since that place is so remote that no taxi will go there I asked for return ride and surprise! surprise! That taxi never came back. So I had to walk all way through some bush paths to get to a main road, make sure I know which direction I’m heading towards…

then wait.

I tried to look at the drivers of each car that passed by… trying to look for women drivers… but in 15 minutes all I saw were minivans or trucks with either one huge muscular black man or a group of sweaty black workers (sorry I try not to sound or be a racist but it really was quite scary)

Then there was a van with a Hispanic-looking man, there’s a hotel logo on the van so I suppose it will be safer??? I gave it a try and he let me in. So I paid full attention all the way back to the city, making sure it’s the same as the way I took when i left. And that guy was so funny. He was talking on his mobile (hmm… not very safe…) and asking me to help him write down some telephone numbers as he talk…

And yes. He was honest after-all. He went to the city, and said he’s going to pick up another guy and then drop me off somewhere near a hotel in the city center. I knew the city center’s within walking distance from there so I said I’d just get off right here.

that’s it! still alive!

2 more months to go…. Actually if I had to compare South America and Africa, wildlife-wise S-Am is not at all comparable to Africa which is the only continent containing my favorite animal ever – the cheetah!

But people or community-wise, I LOVE south america. Ecuador to be exact. The Latinos are so much more nice, friendly and polite. The Africans are in fact quite rude. Rude to tourists especially, even worse than those in Hong Kong. Hello, don’t you know we’re part of your income source? And I’ve mentioned about ppl in Ecuador staring at ppl of another race in the street. The africans do too and they would yell some afrikaans at us. Well it may be some nice greetings though I dunno. And I’ve met so so soooo many africans coming towards me asking me where I came from and then ask me for money. So thick-face-skin. They’ve got all sorts of different excuses I admire their imagination.

An example was that when I was sitting and reading in a park, a guy came towards me and asked me where I came from, then he said he’s from ‘Herreroland’ and that he has some mental disorder, so he has to come to the capital for soem injections. Therefore he’s got no money now to go back to his hometown. He kept repeating ‘I got mental disorder! I got illness in my brain! I got problem with my mind!’

Yes I understand english.

During the past 2 times when I was asked again where I came from I just went ‘Soy de Republica de Dominica’ (I am from dominican republic — totally random)

Then they would answer ‘do you speak english?’

‘No, solo hablo espanol. lo siento’

Then they’d just walk away.

wow, Spanish come to be useful in a non-spanish continent!

(Sorry, I know I sound a little bit mean but Too much really is too much)

I kind of miss Ecuador actually. Maybe becos it’s where I had my first placement and the first is usually – if not always – the best.

Latinas are sweeeeeeeeeeeet

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