Visiting Chiaquelane's Medical Tent

Report
from UN Children's Fund
Published on 31 Jan 2013 View Original

Chokwe, 31 January 2013 - Doctor Samuel Mbimbo stands with a straight back, as if to attention, as he tells us about the 25 patients he has seen in the past hour and a half, and about the general complaints they come with (diarrhea, coughs, malaria). We are in the Chiaquelane camp near Chokwe, the city that was devastated by the flooding of the Limpopo River. Most of its 70,000 residents escaped with whatever they could grab, as violent waters engulfed their homes 10 days ago.

The scene at the hospital tent is calm and organised, surprising considering the utter havoc wrought on people’s lives. The lines to the three physicians on duty this morning are interminable in the baking sun. Some children are wailing, others can barely manage a whimper. Yet none of the adults loses patience, or demands faster service. They all stand quietly in line, waiting for their turn, which probably won’t come for another hour or maybe even two.

As Dr. Mbimbo continues telling us about the types of medicines available (not many), I notice the little girl in front of his table, sitting on a wooden box in absence of a chair. She is tiny and timid. It has taken us a while to notice she is even there.

Arsenia is 15-years old, though something about her features makes her look like an adult. She is bony and fragile, almost birdlike, and speaks so softly, we have to crouch down to hear what she is saying as we try to piece her story together.

“I have pain here,” she says, as she hastily points to her feet and looks away. Slowly she begins to tell us more.

The day the waters came, Arsenia fled her home with three aunts and 12 of her cousins, most of them under the age of 10. Her mother refused to leave, insisting on staying behind to guard the house. She now sleeps on the roof, waiting for the water levels to fall.

¨She won’t let me go back yet,¨ Arsenia says. ¨Mother wants me to stay here at the camp.” Her father died many years ago.

Chokwe is a city of women and children, with men often going to nearby South Africa to work in the mines. Chiqualene camp has turned into something of a mirror image.

Residents have not only set up tent near their neighbours from the city, but the gender imbalance is perhaps even more marked here. If the man in the family is not in South Africa, he is back in Chokwe beginning to clean up after the floods. Camp residents are overwhelmingly women or children.

Suddenly there is commotion. A tall man wearing a bright blue t-shirt appears. We all turn to watch as he makes his way through the tent. He is UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador Stewart Sukuma. A tireless advocate for children and one of Mozambique’s most famous singers, Sukuma has become deeply engaged in the plight of the flood victims, and visits the camp regularly to talk to people, to help boost morale and to speak out about their situation and needs.

He stops near where Arsenia is queuing for her medication, and soon he is speaking to her. We cannot hear what they are saying, but the shy smile on her face says it all.

Half an hour later, Arsenia has her box of pills. She still is beaming from her encounter with the famous singer. She makes her way out of the tent, past the nursing babies and sweating mothers, and hurries to her friend, who is waiting for her under a large tree, with a baby at her bosom. It is Mercia, Arsenia’s best friend from back home. As they walk back to where her aunts and cousins are camped, Arsenia tells Mercia about the singer who came to speak with her. They look at the photos we had taken, and giggle.

It is a brief, tender moment of teenage camaraderie in what otherwise is a bleak existence at the camp.

With no tent for shelter, Arsenia and her family spend long days at Chiaquelane exposed to the elements, come hellish heat or rain. But it’s the nights that are worst.

“There is no light in the camp, and there are boys who harass me and want to beat me, so I don’t even go to the toilet when it gets dark,¨ she says, visibly shuddering. “There are also snakes and I am afraid.”

But things are getting better at the camp. Food distribution has begun, and drinking water is available at several water points. Even morning classes have started, a relief for Arsenia who says she misses school and her schoolbooks.

“Of all subjects, I like Portuguese and maths best,¨ she says and smiles with pride.

And for a few seconds, she seems to forget her aching foot, the snakes, the nasty boys, and the dark night ahead. Or so we hope.

For more information, please contact

Gabriel Pereira, UNICEF Mozambique, tel. (+258) 21 481 100;
email: maputo@unicef.org