Sombo

     This week we learned of the death of Sombo, the little girl pictured in our last blog, receiving the backpack after she was seen by the medical team. This is what Heleen wrote tonight:

Dear Sombo,

     I won’t forget the day that I first met you at the Pediatrics Ward. You were lying still, your lips blue, your breathing labored. Your sweet face told me you were born with Down syndrome. Hospital staff, fellow patients and visitors looked at you with a mixture of concern and curiosity, maybe with a hint of fear. Children who are “different” are watched with suspicion in this culture. I smiled at your mother and tried to talk to her but she only understood Mende, a language I have not been able to capture. Your father spoke Krio, so he and I talked about you: how you were the last child born to your slightly aging parents. He told me how up until last Saturday you walked and talked and played. And then suddenly you got sick. Very sick. “Malaria and pneumonia,” my doctor husband told me. “And her heart is having trouble too.”

     I met another lady at your bedside. She had a sweet smile and spoke Krio. Her face showed only concern, not fear. Soon I found out she was the mother of Ivril, the teenage girl with Down syndrome I had met in town. The mothers had realized their children were “the same”. And during your admission Ivril’s mother was a great comfort for your mother.

     Slowly we began to see some improvement. You opened your eyes and looked with interest at the “pumoi” (white) doctor who came to check on you every morning. And when I brought you a soft, white toy seal you smiled and held on tight to him. When the time came for you to go home you still were not strong enough to walk. So I took our car and drove you and your mommy home. When we got down from the car by the little lane leading towards your house, your sister came running up to you: “Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!” For her you were not “different”. You were her sister and she clearly loved you.

      Over the next few weeks we visited regularly. Other people came along: my husband the pumoi doctor, a nurse and a special needs teacher from America, another friend, and another one, and another one… You clearly enjoyed the attention. Your big smile told us you were happy to see us, even though your only words in Mende were often “Go away”. It made us smile. It made me sad too. Where had you learned those words? Was it what other people told you? Or did you learn them to defend yourself from people who did not treat you with the kindness you deserved?

     Slowly you regained strength. On December 17 you came beautifully dressed in your “Ashobi” (matching outfit) to our Christmas Party. Did you understand what we tried to tell you? That you are special, precious, created by our good God? That this same God sent His child to this world to make all things well again?

     In January you came back to the hospital. Our new ultrasound machine made it possible for the doctors to check your heart. “Tetralogy of Fallot”, was their conclusion. It could be fixed, but not in Sierra Leone. Should we consider sending you abroad to have your heart repaired? Was it worth the pain, the trauma? Would the quality of your life really improve as a child with Down Syndrome in Sierra Leone? We were not sure… You were happy, and loved; very much loved by those around you. But you were also vulnerable--without education, and always dependent on others. And that would not change.

     And then two days ago, we met your father on our evening walk. “Sombo has died,” he told us, sadness on his face. “She was not sick. She just started to shake, so her mother took her outside. And then she was gone. We buried her today.”

     What happened? We don’t know. Most likely your little heart failed.

     Today we took the long walk to your house. Your father had gone to the mosque to pray. Your mommy cried softly. “Her time had come,” your big brother told us. “God took her.” “I believe Sombo is in a good place now”, I told your mommy. “She no longer struggles; she is well. But we will miss her.” And thinking of the many misconceptions about disabilities in Sierra Leone, I added, “Thank you for caring for her. I know God will bless you for that.”

     And so we say goodbye, Sombo. We are grateful for your life. You have gone before us. You are seeing the face of Him who told us: “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these.” One day we will meet again. We will all wear our white “ashobis” and bow before the throne. No more syndromes. No more broken hearts. And He will wipe away our tears.

“When we all get to heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be.

When we all see Jesus, we’ll sing and shout the victory!”

Sombo at our Christmas party, wearing her "ashobi". 

Visitors in Mattru

The last few weeks have been full of activity in Mattru Jong.  In January, we had a team from Engineers Without Borders come for a couple of weeks.  Their task was to work on some projects at Centennial High School, and supervise the building of latrines for the outpatient department of the hospital.  This was quite a necessary project, as the administration and outpatient wing of the hospital were built without any bathrooms whatsoever.  With the poor conditions of the other bathrooms in the hospital, there was no place for relief, so to speak.  So we enjoyed getting to fellowship with them, and we are enjoying the extra bathroom space. 

Immediately following them, Dr. Ron Baker and Elaine Metzger (nurse and wife of a former missionary doctor) led a team of 6 physicians, and a teacher/maintenance person here for 10 days.  Dr. Baker is a legendary person in this area. His father started Centennial School back in the 1950s, and he grew up here, before coming back to Mattru as a medical doctor for many years.  In fact, we often heard about his exploits even in Freetown, when we first came to Sierra Leone.  One person we met on the street in Freetown told us that “if Dr. Baker said you would live, you would live, and if he said you would die, you would die.”  I would love to have that kind of power…Anyway, with his ability to speak Mende, and his previous work here, he is much loved, and patients flocked to the hospital to see the team.  This made a couple of very busy weeks, but it was nice to have a surgeon on staff here to do the more difficult surgeries that we had saved up for him. 

Jon and the Medical Team held a clinic for the children with disabilities that Heleen is working with. Here Jon and Dr. Baker are seeing a little boy with Down's Syndrome. 

With the new ultrasound machine the doctors were able to do an echocardiogram for one of the children with a heart defect.

Kids for Peace (USA) made it possible for every child to receive a backpack with some toiletries, a toy and a small book.

The following week, our US director, a pastor from a UBC church and one of his members came here on an exploratory trip to see how they might assist the businesses that support the hospital.  This was a very good trip as well, and hopefully will lead to partnerships in the very near future. 

We continue to find pleasure in long walks in the forest or around town, and seeing the beauty around us.  We also have things that brighten up the day, like the time a little kid got up on the roof of the neighbor’s house, much to the consternation of his mother bleating away on the ground. An interested crowd of onlookers helped until he finally found his refuge back down on the ground…

Up a creek without a paddle.

Where is my pace-setter?  Oh, yes, she is taking the picture!

2 Roads diverged in a brownish-green wood

This week Sierra Leone will elect its next president and parliament. Over the past weeks Mattru has hosted frequent rallies of the main political parties and last week over 350 people were trained in election procedures. Wednesday is the big day. We will be lying low, avoiding unnecessary travel, and hopefully start a new puzzle! Please join us in prayer that everything will work out peacefully. May God bless this country with leaders who will serve their people with integrity.