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A Quick Update, and a Whole Lot More

27 Monday May 2013

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I just got back from a week in Djibouti City with its heat and humidity.  During the hottest part of the day, it’s over 100 degrees with humidity about 55-60%.  That puts the Heat Index over 120.  It was like having a giant magnifying glass above.  But, it was a good trip.  I got a lot done and Terese got to relax at the 5 star hotel.

When we went to the restaurant on the hill the other night, Hiwot greeted Terese with not two, not three, but four kisses on the cheek!  To give you an idea of what this means, I have never seen anyone get more than three.  … and I got the usual smile.  But in many places in the world a smile is priceless, especially for old farts like me.

Last time we visited her, she announced she had delivered her first baby.  (See below posting), so Terese and I gave her a card telling her how proud we are of her bringing a precious life to the world, and enclosed 1000 birr as a gift. ($55)

She told us she has since delivered several more babies and even did the suturing on the mothers.  There are times in my life I am glad I’m male.

She told us she took her teacher out for lunch with some of the money we gave her, and showed her the card Terese gave her.  I am convinced, what we give in Life we receive back many times over.  That is true for both the good we do, as well as the harm.  Sitting with her and Terese, only understanding every 5th word of the conversation, made me feel very good in what we do in our lives.  I only wish we could help more people like Hiwot.  Perhaps in the future.

Unfortunately, an incident took place at the hospital where she is training, that has put her in harm’s way.  While taking blood from an HIV patient, the patient flexed her finger and shot blood into Hiwot’s eye.  Hiwot was smart not to rub it, but quickly took a syringe of saline and flooded her eye with it.  She now has to take heavy medication for a month.  Heavy enough that she has a hard time staying awake at work.  She will be checked for the HIV virus every week, for a year; and watched closely for several more years.  She also found out the patient has done that to several other nurses – on purpose.

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Now a change of subject.  This last weekend was the 50th anniversary of the AU (African Union).  It was no simple celebration as many countries have arrived for the commemoration, and has been in the planning for several years; and when you add the US Secretary of State visiting at the same time, it’s been a very busy month for the US Embassy.  Luckily, I was not involved in any part of the preparation, which is well, because we actually have a four day weekend and I have grown to love my weekends in Africa.

As I start on this update, I am at my favorite place for writing in Addis Ababa, the lounge on the 6th floor of the Boston building, where below I can see the traffic on Bole Street in all its confusion.  At one point, while typing away, two members of the Militia came up to the floor and went outside to the terrace with their AK-47s.  The AK-47 is the most common automatic weapon in the world, sometimes called the Kalashnikov.  It is the true assault weapon, not like the type the media portrays.  Many times when a member of the Al-Qaeda is apprehended, they possess the AK-47.  It’s a weapon designed and built by the Soviets.

Why am I telling you this?  Let me take a quick break here and explain something.  It is a well known fact in the Diplomatic Community, that most soldiers in foreign countries are not men of intelligence.  This is not to knock these good people, but to make a point.  Many in the Ethiopian Militia cannot read or write, but they can use force when necessary and even when it’s not; plus, they have the AK-47 that can do a great deal of harm when they panic.  So, a smile to these men helps cool any potential friction, which I gladly gave them.  They did not return the gesture.

So, I am writing about Hiwot, when I notice the sound of the traffic below has subsided.  I cautiously stick my head out on the terrace, as one of the guards is posted there, while the second went around on the balcony to the other side.

Looking down to the street, it was completely dead.  No vehicles, and the pedestrians that continually cross the street, even in front of traffic, were standing on the sides.  About every 100 feet or so, there were Militia standing with their weapons and clubs, facing away from the street.  Something was happening.  Then I started looking out among all the other buildings, and from where I stood, I could see over 20 additional armed men within sight.

Now, the best way to explain the feeling here, is comparing this street to somewhere in the US.  This is Bole Street.  For those who are familiar with University Ave. in Lubbock, it would be like having that street suddenly empty, or Commerce Street in Dallas, or Pennsylvania Ave in DC.  Even these are not right, because it does not exhibit the usual pedestrian fiasco with Bole.

The street remained empty for another 15 minutes, and then I heard the faint sound of a siren.  Suddenly in view, a motorcycle sped by leading a motorcade.  With sirens blaring and lights flashing.  Most of the cars were black Mercedes with flags on their fenders.  In seconds it was gone.  I expected the street to return to its chaos, but it did not.

Within a minute, another motorcade flew past.  Then another and another.  For over an hour, motorcades whizzed past.  Some just a few cars and some had dozens, with ambulances and military vehicles intermixed.  Many had dark crimson, Mercedes limousines.  I have seen some of these up close.  They look normal, but if you know what to look for, you will see they are armored.  They are not like the silly stretch limos you see at high school proms.

Watching this parade, I wondered if I could have gotten into my vehicle with diplomatic tags, turned on my lights and pulled in behind one of them.  – Probably wouldn’t have gotten far.

I slowly stepped out to the terrace where the guard was posted to get a better view of this, and wondered how long he would let me stand out there with him.  When Zinash (hostess) came out to see if I needed anything, she went and talked to the militia standing guard, then came over and told me he wanted me to stay inside.  Maybe he thought I would throw rocks or something, but I will not argue with the good man, as there are plenty of windows to look out of.  Besides, just as I came inside, the rain came.

At one point, I saw an unusual thing.  As the motorcades were passing by, they slowed down and pulled over to the side, but kept moving.  Then, another high speed motorcade passed them!  And all went back to normal.  I guess that was the Express motorcade.

Another time, the pedestrians were getting antsy as they were waiting to cross the street.  At a pause in the motorcades, one side just decided to take off across the street.  I could sense the panic on the militia as they raised their clubs.  It didn’t matter.  It was en mass.  And then to add to the disorder, a donkey took off running with everyone leaving its master trying to catch up.  As it crossed one side, it decided to take off down the street, against the flow of the motorcades.  With three militia trying to get the animal off the street, and the master just trying to catch up, I was reminded of the Keystone Cops.  Luckily, the critter made it off safely; but can you imagine the embarrassment of a donkey getting hit by a diplomatic motorcade?  Yeah, I know, this is Africa.

It was really an amazing thing to see, as these convoys contained delegates from all over the world to witness the celebration of the AU.  This type of disruption in traffic in not uncommon with Addis, as it is the Capitol of Ethiopia and the Seat of the African Union.  Traffic can be blocked for an hour, and sometimes there is no way out of the holding pattern if you are stuck in it.

But I think somewhere up the road, someone let the traffic loose early, as vehicles began flooding the street with the motorcades.  After a few minutes, somewhere down the road, the traffic was forced to stop, and the motorcades had to use the opposite lanes.  With the sudden infusion of traffic, it would require another hour to displace.  Glad I’m not leaving anytime soon.

Zinash, the Hostess in the lounge, is wearing a beautiful African dress for the 50th AU anniversary, so I asked her if I can take her picture for my 94 year old mother who loves Africa.  (I use that request often)  She agreed.

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After the motorcade parade had ceased, the owner of the building came in and brought what appeared to be several diplomats with him.  I felt a little out of place with my denim jeans, western boots and comfortable wrinkled white shirt, smoking a cigar, drinking cheap whiskey and typing away on my diminutive computer.  But as they looked over at me, I politely smiled and they nodded and smiled back.

When Zinash went to wait on them, I noticed she went to her owner’s quests and greeted them first, then greeted the owner himself.  People like Zinash are born diplomats like my wife.

More and more people came to the 6th floor, making me feel more out of place.  I am convinced, if my wife was with me, they would have invited her to their gathering, leaving me as the solitude guy sitting at the table with cigar and empty drink.

I love Africa, even with all its traffic and its nonsensical actions.  It is a world of innocence and amuse.  Its people are beautiful in so many ways, even in ways that drive us nuts.  I will sincerely miss them and the land they inhabit.

There is Rejoicing in Heaven Today!

14 Tuesday May 2013

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Hiwot delivered her first baby!  A little girl!

As I have stated before, I am convinced the Creator is a bit ornery.  Hiwot pulled some sort of shenanigan to postpone delivering a baby another week; but while she was at the hospital doing her clinical, a young woman came in from “outside city” in labor.  Basically, an emergency delivery.  The “Midwifer” made her do the delivery because, “I am senior nurse now” (Hiwot) .  When she saw the first time mother scared and crying, Hiwot started crying also.  The doctor said, “If you cry, you get out!”  Hiwot said, “I make myself strong.”  But the mother told the doctor, it made her feel good seeing Hiwot crying with her.

Hiwot said the mother held her hand so hard, it felt like she broke it.  “When husband asks if mother is okay, I tell him, I think she broke my hand.”  The doctor actually gave Hiwot an ice pack to put on it.  She says, “I can’t eat well, now”.

There is a great deal more she said, and I do my best to remember.  Although her English is rough, Hiwot loves to talk and carries a conversation very well.  I just follow every few words.

But, this made Terese and me very happy and we are proud of her.  We had a card made up for her and added some birr (Ethiopian money) to it.  When we left the restaurant this evening, we left it in the check holder.  When we got home, she sent us a text:  “I am so happy I don’t have any word to tell you jest thank you so mach.”

I replied back to her, “Thank you for bringing a new beautiful life into the world!”

What really touched me, she told us at the restaurant, “When I hand baby to family, I feel love!”

It’s amazing how people you come across, will enhance your view on Life and all its beauty!

“What I have, I did. What I don’t have, I don’t need.”

05 Sunday May 2013

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This is Ethiopian Easter.

The last time we were at the hill eating dinner, Hiwot asked us if we would like to come to her house for Easter dinner.  When we realized she would be alone that evening, we asked her to come to our house instead.  Surprisingly, she agreed.  We gave her money for taxi and told her 3:00.

At four, she arrived and brought injera and bread with her and some Ethiopian chicken dish to add to the lamb and vegetables Terese cooked.  Usually she wears slacks and a white shirt at the restaurant, so it was nice to see her in an Ethiopian dress.  Below are a few pics. IMG_2473

IMG_2477IMG_2475During the dinner we talked.  She speaks pretty good English and loves to carry on a conversation.  For once, she actually got to sit and talk with us.  I hid a notebook nearby so I could jot down notes on what she said, and with Terese’s help, I can regale some of the conversation.  Only problem to that, is I can’t read what I scribbled down.  Anyone knows what, “Pehartion Sym Junestat Bot” means?

She doesn’t want to go to class tomorrow, because she knows she will probably have to deliver a baby, so she told her Instructor, she will not be in on Monday because of all she will eat on Sunday. (Easter).   The Instructor told her, I’ll have medicine waiting for you.

Last week, she was told that the Midwife will not tolerate anyone coughing or sneezing during the delivery, so Hiwot suddenly developed a cough.  The Instructor said, She was not coughing earlier!  But the Midwife said, No, get me another student, and sent Hiwot out.

I spoke with her about continuing her schooling to become a doctor and she said No, but the more we talked, the more she said she may.  She said the cost of continuing to become a doctor is 3000 birr a month. ($166).

I asked her if she is on Facebook and she said, Yes.  So I said, we will stay in touch with you and if you want to become a doctor, we will pay the tuition for you.  She said, Ok.

In a further conversation about being a Christian nurse, she said her mother told her:  “Christians not work for money but to help people.”  And then Hiwot stated, Every time I help someone, God writes it down.

To give you an idea of her outlook on Life, when we were talking about all she is doing with her life and education, she made the statement, What I have, I did.  What I don’t have, I don’t need.

Wow!  I wish I had that way of thinking.

Bunch o’ Pics

04 Saturday May 2013

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I added another Page to this site:  Images.  Under it, it is further subdivided into Birds We See, Images of History, and Images that leave an Impression.

At this point, the collection is sparse, but I will add to it.  If you find some, please pass them on but I reserve the right to post them or not.  Also, please beware, that some of the images are disturbing.  You will find it in the menu on the left.

Hiwot is Down to the Wire

04 Saturday May 2013

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She will not be able to take her government exam until she delivers her first baby, and the school has to turn in the paperwork next week.

Last Monday we went up on the hill to eat, and I did my best to keep Hiwot on her toes.  After eating, I asked her if she delivered the little one yet, and she answered, No.  Then her and Terese started talking about school.  I really wish I could understand what she says, because what little I do catch, added with her facial expressions and her laughter, tells me it must be amusing.

As a child, she idolized a woman she knows, (may be an Aunt) who is in the medical field.  She always wears white, which is the reason Hiwot keeps referring to her as “pure”.  So Hiwot decided to follow her profession because she also likes helping people; but didn’t know if she would enjoy nursing.  Now after getting into it, she loves it.  If it just wasn’t for that damn “delivering a baby” part.

I would love to meet her again in ten years, because with her intelligence and compassion, she will be an incredible nurse.  I would not be surprised if she advances further, perhaps becoming a doctor.  And I would not be surprised if she ended up as a Obstetrician.  There are times I wish I was a wealthy man and could pay for the education of good young people like Hiwot.

Here’s the clincher.  After she graduates this Summer, for the first few years she will have to work where the Government tells her to work, and right now, she has been assigned to the Maternity Ward.  I did catch her saying,  Maybe I don’t want to be nurse now.

I cannot help but think the Good Lord has an ornery sense of humor.

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