The dream lives on

Intisar (right) and I standing with the latest design of the Solar Suitcase headed for a clinic in Northern Somalia

It has been a while since my last blog post, but in that time, the We Care Solar community has been growing and touching the lives of mothers around the world. It’s always amazing to meet people within the We Care Solar community, and last week I had the pleasure of meeting Intisar Ali, a native Somalian who took time off her job as a registered nurse in San Jose, CA to take a solar suitcase back to her community. She made a quick stop over in Nairobi and invited me into her home where we talked about our expectations, experiences and most importantly how we can get more community involvement and localization of the Solar Suitcase.

Older version of the solar suitcase

Latest Version | source: wecaresolar.org

I love observing evolution, and the evolution of We Care Solar has just been absolutely remarkable. It has been a little over a year and a half since I first met Laura and Hal in the backyard of their house assembling the solar suitcase that I would be bringing with me to Kenya. Now looking at the newer version that Intisar has with her, the solar suitcase has a cleaner design, greater efficiency and increased capacity.

And that’s not the only thing that has gotten a face lift. The website has a new look and feel. I especially love the interactive map where you can click and see what parts of the world solar suitcase systems are enhancing maternal health. And even more exciting news, We care solar will be featured on ABCs prime time news with Diane Sawyer on October 20th, as part of  ABC’s Million Moms Challenge. Check your local listings and be sure to tune in.

Can’t wait to see where the We Care Solar road leads!

Happy Birthday to the Wonderful Woman behind it all

From Kageno Nursery School to Laura and the whole WE CARE Solar team.

Kageno Nursery Kids holding their finished poster

February 20th was Laura Stachel’s birthday, the co-founder of WE CARE Solar whose efforts are going beyond borders, touching mothers and changing lives. I spent some time with the KIDS at Kageno Nursery School, a school supported by KVF and whose mothers visit the clinic that just received a solar suitcase. Together we made posters as a token of appreciation for the wonderful work that WE CARE Solar is doing.

I first met Laura in March last year and we spent an hour on her couch in her Berkeley home getting to know each other as she meticulously took notes on her notepad. She has this presence about her that was slightly intimidating, but very open and warm. As we talked, I was immediately impressed by how well versed and spoken she is in her field. She exudes this aura that seems as though a cloud of knowledge floats around her head. Her phone is constantly ringing, and people dropping by her house, but she somehow manages to welcome us all and still balance being a great wife and mother.  That March meeting spiraled into me getting into a project that has led me to meet so many great people, see so many different places and really understand what a huge problem maternal mortality is. Spending all that time at health facilities had led me to greatly respect health physicians and especially mothers in developing countries for their strength and endurance in bringing life to this world in the most meager health facility conditions.

Thank you seems like such a small word for all you are doing Laura, but thank you for inspiring me to find something I am passionate about, get off the spectator seat and grab the proverbial bull by the horns. Wishing you many more years of health and prosperity. Happy Belated birthday and a million hugs and smiles from all of us here in Kenya.

Training and Installation

A mother and her children waiting patiently to be attended to

It was a busy morning for Magdaline. Mothers were slowly streaming in, some with their lovely children in tow, ready to see the nurse. On this particular day she also received guests from Tunza, an organization that provides them family planning support, and some old friends from Germany. While we waited for Magdaline to attend to her patients and guests, Alphonce – the Kageno project director – and I began work on installing the solar panels. We identified a spot on the roof that would get the most sunlight throughout the day and that would still allow the wires to run all the way into Magdaline’s office. Alphonce proved to be very resourceful. He quickly sent out the panels for a frame to be welded around them and found someone to mount them on the roof. It really was a great team effort and I couldn’t be happier with the support I received from everyone.

The solar panels in their welded frames ready for mounting

It took a team effort to get the panels on the roof

Securing the panels onto the roof

Presenting the solar suitcase to Magdaline (right)

Things slowed down in the afternoon and I took some time training Magdaline and one of the project staff members on how to use the solar suitcase. It really is designed to be plug and play and very user friendly hence they quickly understood how to operate the suitcase. We then discussed strategies of monitoring and reporting on the use of the system. The feedback data is very important in improving the design of the system. It was a very successful day. Magdaline was very grateful and could not stop smiling – she had really been longing for some light.

Kolunga Village Project

One rides the ferry from Uyoma to get to Rusinga Island. I was privileged to be crossing over just as the sun was rising, its rays causing the water to glisten.

Rusinga Island has a population of about 25,000. The roads are bumpy and dusty and shared by motorcycles, cattle, human traffic, and the occasional automobile. It is hot but they enjoy a nice breeze blowing from the lake. Evidence of poverty is everywhere you look and de-afforestation has greatly afflicted the place. This is why when you get to the Kolunga village foundation site, it really seems like an oasis in a metaphorical desert.

Entrance to the Kolunga Village Foundation Project Site. The clinic is the structure on the right.

The foundation is set amidst a fishing village which means that the population fluctuates greatly depending on the seasons catch. The fishermen mostly catch Rastrineobola argentea, tiny fish more popularly known as “omena”. These seasonal visits by fishermen also results in a huge problem of HIV/AIDS infection – they are quite the promiscuous bunch.

Fishing boats by the KVF site

Kolunga Village Foundation (KVF) project sits on approximately an acre of land right on the shores of the lake. Together with Kageno trust they have their hands dipped in several projects: water purification, tree planting, supporting a nursery school, textile making and weaving, facilitating computer literacy among others.

Kageno Nursery Kids whose school is supported by KVF

They purify lake water and supply it to interested community members

Dairy goat project which involves giving of dairy goats to community members to supplement their diets, increase income, and the passing of off-spring to the next community member.


Kageno Mobile Computer projector-That's a solar panel mounted on the roof of the car to power laptops housed within. The car is driven to schools for basic computer classes. The system was donated by Kids Against Poverty

A re-afforested area that is part of 1 million trees planted in the island and supported by UNDP-GEF

Kolunga Community Dispensary

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kolunga community dispensary (formerly Plasse Community Clinic) was started in 2004 and is managed by the head nurse Magdaline, a very lovely lady who has been here since  its inception and accounts for 50% of the dispensary staff.  The other 50 is her nurse aid who is currently on maternity leave. In the meantime, she has to juggle between treating patients, welcoming visitors (like myself) and managing the clinic. I spent the first afternoon getting oriented with the project and assessing the dispensary needs.

Dispensary Tasks

The clinic provides pre-natal, post-natal, cervical cancer screening, family planning among other services. They also conduct regular mobile clinics to reach out to the women at the beaches who are often too busy trying to make ends meet to come to the clinics. I am planning to return to witness one of these clinic days as it involves getting the equipment and supplies on the back of a motorcycle and handling business accordingly. The only source of energy at the dispensary is gas to power a refrigerator for medical supplies.

Observing Magdaline and interacting with her during the next couple of days truly showed how dedicated she is to the clinic and the community in general.

Quick Update

I can’t get my images to upload out here so I will be making blog updates when I get to the city tomorrow. Nonetheless, it has been a very successful trip and I have lots to write and share with you.

All roads lead to Kolunga Village

It’s been a raininy evening today in Nairobi, a sign that my slightly superstitious side relishes as a great way to embark on a journey – all roads will be leading to Kolunga Village, a small fishing village by the shores of Lake Victoria.

Kolunga Map| Source: kolungavillage.org

I found this dispensary through Peter Gordon, the President of Kolunga village foundation – kolungavillage.org. The journey involves something like a 10hr overnight bus ride, then a ferry ride to the island. then a motorcycle ride to the hotel. I can just pray that me and my solar panels don’t topple over our two wheeled speed machine!

Solar Energy is changing the face of health

 

 

Location of Ivuriro Rya Mucubira relative to Kigali, the Capital

Ivuriro Rya Mucubira clinic is located in Nyanza District Sector, about a 1.5 hours drive from Kigali, Rwanda.  My contact at the clinic (that I had received from Gloria Upchurch), was the clinic doctor who only spoke Kinyarwandan (their local language) and French. I speak enough French to get me the necessities, hence a major language barrier during initial contact. Nonetheless, through translation from Franswa, my great driver, I was able to establish that the clinic was having trouble using their computer network with their solar system especially during the rains.  We set a meeting time for me to visit and offer as much help as I could. I have learnt that a great part of doing project work is visiting other projects. It helps with exchange of ideas and just encourages ones spirit. For this reason, the day before I set out to the clinic, I made a trip to the Nelson Mandela village, an education center in Gashora, Buygesera district of Rwanda, about a 40 min drive from Kigali. I met with three young volunteers with the German organization Green Helmets –   http://www.gruenhelme.de/59.php. They have an extensive solar system and generate enough power to sell to the national grid. They are a post-secondary education center training students on technical skills. On this particular day, the students were working on small solar pathway lights to showcase at a technology expo that would be taking place in Kigali the following week. Following the tour and exchange of ideas, I invited Tobi, one of the volunteers to accompany me to the clinic.

It was quite the bumpy ride up the winding road that led to the clinic. The sun was going down fast and we were all getting a little nervous.  The darkness was very deceiving and it was hard to tell whether there was human settlement or not. Occasionally the car lights would illuminate figures hurriedly walking to their destinations. We hit a small bump when the car got stuck in a muddy section of the road. I was amazed at how quickly a group of young boys suddenly showed up out of nowhere to help push the car.  Franswa’s little Sedan car took quite the beating. Interestingly the doctor had assured him that the road was very passable and we didn’t have to worry; a clear case of difference in perceptions. Nonetheless, up and down the valleys we exchanged jokes on encountering mountain gorillas to lighten the mood and an hour and a half later we finally arrived at the clinic. The place was very well lit, thanks to a solar project sponsored by Family Health International – http://www.fhi.org/en/index.htm. There wasn’t much activity going on so we got right into alienating the problem.

 

Tobi, a volunteer with Green Helmet, bravely scaling the ladder.

 

Tobi and I are both engineers hence trained to be systematic in our approach. We set out to inspect the storage room, the connections and the panels. I personally drew the line at climbing the somewhat three steady steps of the ladder, in the dark, to inspect the roof. Tobi, bless his heart, was a man on a mission. This off course led to my making fun of his safety training for the rest of trip. Nonetheless, once we got to the computer room, the surface problems were evident. They had a bunch of equipment with wires tangled everywhere and had burnt out a number of them from plugging in 220V equipment into a 110V source.

 

One of the burnt out sockets

 

After some hunting for new wires and parts, we took apart the whole system, reconfigured the wiring and thanks to masking tape, sealed off any sockets that could be potential cause for such simple mistakes made by a lack of basic understanding of electricity. It was all about dummy proofing! The hard part was trying to explain to them why rain was not the cause of their troubles (as far as we could tell anyway). It was clear that there was a big gap in either the transfer of knowledge from when the project was installed, case in point, since the installation of the solar panels, they had cleaned them once using a brush and soap. Tobi and I exchanged looks of disbelief. They were really lacking in technical human capacity evident in things like the exposed wiring which is a major fire hazard. Such minor tweaks are needed throughout the place, Tobi and I felt somewhat helpless that we couldn’t do more. Together with the doctor, we exchanged ideas on how these issues could be addressed.

All in all, the doctor told us that the solar light had made such a tremendous difference in their operations. They felt more confident in their work. In addition, they were grateful to efforts from other organizations like the Imbuto Foundation –http://www.imbutofoundation.org/, that provided mosquito nets around the village and greatly reduced the incidents of malaria. They were extremely grateful to Tobi and I for all our help although I left feeling like I had gained more than I had left at Ivuriro Rya Mucubira.

 

From LtoR Tobi, Pierre and I in front of the clinic

 

Conclusion to Part 1

At the end of the day, when all was said and done, turned out implementing a project is not as easy as ABC. Bondo District Hospital did not have this urgent need for our solar suitcase system, Got Agulu clinic had unreliable staff… Nonetheless we left Bondo with tonnes of ideas and a lot to think about. Our strategy clearly needed re-evaluation. We left Bondo District Hospital with an electricity monitoring sheet to keep track of their electricity fluctuations. On the other hand, the doctor promised that serious measures were going to be taken to ensure rehabilitation of Got Agulu. I just got word yesterday that there has been an overhaul at Got Agulu and they would like us to go back and reasses the situation as they believe the clinic is now ready for the solar suitcase system.

I am currently in Kigali, Rwanda. Gloria Upchurch brought one of the suitcases to a clinic about two hours away from Kigali. I shall be making my way there soon to access the impact that the suitcase is having.

Despite the heat, mosquitoes, dust and the rather disappointing start to our project, there were some enjoyable aspects to the whole experience. I just had to share these pictures of the fresh food and fruit we enjoyed.

One of our many delicious dinners

Fruit at the local market

Fish trade at the local market

The mobile sugarcane kiosk

The broken promise of “..quality nursing, care and delivery…”

It has been a while since my last post due to an extremely unreliable internet connection (thank you KDN for such “outstanding” service), but the time was well spent in reflections of my most shocking experience yet.

Our mode of transport for the evening. Two questions were in our minds; first off how were you supposed to read the word ambulance? Lense perharps. Secondly, if we had the ambulance, what/who was covering emergency transportation?

The top staff at Bondo Hospital informed us of Got Agulu Sub-District Hospital,  a small hospital under its umbrella.

Got Agulu is located by the shores of Lake Victoria, about a 30 min drive from Bondo. We got there just as the sun was going down and the view was breathtaking

On arrival, the place was deserted and the air still aside from two women seated outside who had brought one of their peers in for delivery.  There were two young women in the maternity wards, both in labor, and of which one was progressing quickly. Aside from the caretaker, there were no other staff to be found. These women had seen the nurse at 10 am when he checked them in and had not seen him again since. The nurse finally showed up and he was DRUNK. That’s right, DRUNK! Shock………

The nurse had never met doctor before and hence did not realize he was in the presence of his superior. He addressed us very casually and complained about his work. Later we discovered that there was another woman admitted with malaria in the general ward. She was lying on the macintosh mattress with no beddings. Malaria patients experience cold chills so you can imagine how the lack of beddings intensified this. The sun had gone down by now and the caretaker lit a pressure lamp and placed it in the delivery room. The one woman’s moans had now turned into screams.

A young woman watches helplessly at her pregnant peer who lays in the shadows on a bed in the delivery room, screaming and inconsolable from labor pains

While the doctor and his staff tried to address the issue at hand, Jenny and I went ahead and setup the suitcase in the maternity ward – at least some light for the women, if only just for a while. We left there,  our suitcase at hand, filled with emotions of anger, disappointment, disbelief, helplessness, disgust…….looking back I can finally see some humor in this situation too.

What the maternity ward looked like

The ward after we turned on one of the suitcase overhead LED lights

Earlier that day we had interviewed a young girl in her late teens, a first time mother who was having trouble getting her baby to latch. She had began with a home birth but complications had sent her to Got Agulu. After two days of no improvement they had finally referred her to the district hospital. As she narrated her ordeal to us, she was on the verge of tears; she felt completely abandoned and even wished that if it was in her power, that she would have no more children. Two days later, we encountered the inconsolable young woman we had left in the barely lit delivery room at Got Agulu. She too had been referred to the district hospital. The doctor on observing her, referred her to the provincial hospital for a C-Section. Could all that have been avoided?! The irony of it all was that these mothers had been promised “…quality nursing, care and delivery from a skilled health worker”

I wonder how the drunk nurse thought he was meeting these promises?!

Interviews, Interviews, more Interviews, and the most Adorable Little Ones

The Traditional Birth Attendants that we interviewed. They had just come from a training workshop.

To get a better understanding of the situation at the hospital, we interviewed the doctor, nurses, mothers and traditional birth attendants (TBAs). From interviewing the nurses, we learned that of the 49 beds available in the hospital, 8 are in the maternity ward  and 6 in the pediatric ward. The wards are severely overcrowded and we witnessed cases were two mothers were sharing a single bed. A delivery costs about $5 if there are no complications. This may seem as a small amount for you and I, but keep in mind that these mothers are in one of the poorest provinces in Kenya with poverty levels of over 70%.  The women are encouraged to give birth at the hospital because of a major campaign going on to address the huge HIV/AIDS epidemic in the region. Under the Prevention of Mother To Child Transmission (PMTCT) campaign, pregnant mothers have to undergo mandatory testing so that the right course of action can be taken if they are found to be HIV positive.

MCH Notice board

At the Maternal and Child Health center, mothers are encouraged to come for 4 pre-natal visits. Most mothers have been observed to make 3 out of the 4 visits, usually in their 2nd and 3rd trimesters. A majority immunize their babies even if they had a home delivery. Less than 20% are reluctant to immunize their babies and mostly due to religious regions. Nonetheless, those who do, return to the village and spread the word. When all is said and done,70% of mothers are still giving birth at home. The reason for this tremendous gap is cause for great concern.Clearly the community has lost  faith in their hospital facilities. This is one of the reasons that attributes to such a vast majority delivering at home.

There are several other reasons why mothers opt for home births. For one, they are afraid of being tested and knowing their HIV status. Secondly, there have been cases of mothers being abused, both physically and emotionally, by the nurses. The nurses are quick to defend themselves by pointing out that they have received cases of women having being abused by these traditional birth attendants. They add that the TBAs give a false impression of being comforting as they do not disclose to the mother when complications arise. In addition, mothers say that they also enjoy the support and privacy of delivering in their own homes. Transportation is another major hindrance to women delivering in hospitals. Pregnant women often have to walk for miles from their homes to the main road and then wait for an unknown amount of time for a public transportation vehicle. Others are brought to the hospitals in wheel barrows or on the back of a bicycle. It all just seems like way too many hurdles to get over to get to a hospital where adequate obstetric care is not a guarantee.There is also a barter payment system accepted by the TBAs in the form of things like chicken or harvest if the woman does not have actually money to pay for the services. They can also pay the TBAs in installments. The nurses argue that despite these reasons that make home births seem like the better option, of the average 4 deliveries they attend to in 24 hours, at least one of them is a complication from a home birth gone bad. Most of these complications are preventable and are mostly due to long labors and extensive tearing.

Interviewing a mother in the maternity ward. Observe how close the beds are

The strange thing is that of those women we interviewed in the labor ward, although satisfied with the quality of service they had received, they seemed to be least concerned about the space issue;  it’s as if they have accepted the situation and probably think that overcrowding in wards is the norm. Only with a leading question, on what they thought about the overcrowding in the wards, did it occur to them that it might be a problem.

When we finally got to talk to the TBAs, they were not very free to talk to us which we guessed was probably because the head nurse was in the group, and secondly, as we learned later was because their trainer was also in their midst and they thought they would get in trouble if they admitted to still delivering babies. Later on, as we left the compound, we ran into one of them who was very forthcoming with information. TBAs are faced with a conflict of interest in their operations. Initially they had been given training and some equipment, rubber gloves etc, to help them in their operations, so that they could go to the village and be trained midwives. Now because of the PMTCT campaign, they were told NOT to deliver babies as they do not have a way to test these mothers and know if they are HIV positive or not. Nonetheless the women in the village still run to them when they are in labor and ask for their services; often when it is too late for the mother to be taken to hospital as the baby will be coming any minute. The TBAs complained of not getting paid for their services. If the mothers at home are willing to pay them, then that is clearly a great incentive for them to still offer their midwife services. They also lamented that the equipment that they had been given had experienced, as one them phrased it ever so eloquently, “wear and tear” and had not been replaced since.

These incubators are squeezed in on one corner of the maternity ward one of which was out of commission.Often they have more than one baby in an incubator. During power outages they use the "kangaroo method" where a mother makes a pouch for her little one

At the end of each interview, we would ask each person we interviewed what changes they would make in the hospital if finances, labor and time were not an issue. It came down to these three major things – Space, Equipment and Staff. The nurses are clearly overworked. They don’t have a very conducive working environment which explains why they would be short with the patients. Religion, culture and education play a major role in whether or not the mothers will be delivering at home or at the hospital. A majority of the mothers in the ward were first time mothers and very young – late teens and early twenties. We found out that even when it comes to birth control issues, they still had to seek permission from their spouses. A lot of these young mothers when we talked to them had no say in how many children they would like to have. They could not even answer that question in a hypothetical sense. As one of them put it, “it is not my decision”.

Electricity was the least of their worries although they emphasized that they experience major power outages during the rainy season. The national grid is extremely unreliable during this time and they have to depend entirely on the generator. This proves to be quite expensive for the hospital and when there are no finances to buy fuel they have to use kerosene lamps. The long rains are experienced between March and May, the short rains October to December. This being the month of June, we were not going to be able to witness the effect of these rains. It was quite the conundrum trying to figure out how the project should progress. Installing this pilot suitcase here would mean that it would be stored away and used purely for emergency purposes. It also meant that we would have to wait till October to get any feedback data. Then again, taking the project away from the community after they had been extremely receptive would mean that we were just another bunch of foreigners collecting data with empty promises. The day ended with a lot for both Jenny and I to think about. As we walked back to our hotel recollecting the days events, we remembered the smiles on these mothers faces and that was enough to remind us of the reason we were out here enduring the scorching sun, mosquitoes, and dust.