It is Harmattan season. It is noticeably cooler in the mornings (low 20s), but still gets hot later. On sunny days, the bright light has been replaced by a haze. Yesterday, I saw cars covered with a fine layer of red dust brought in by the north winds.
Fridays are a day of colour. Everyone wears traditional clothing to work, which for both men and women can be very “sharp”. I passed smartly dressed men pouring out of a mosque after Friday prayers. The women were emerging from another entrance. I also saw many brightly attired people going into a large church and was told that services were held on Friday and Saturday, as well as Sunday, due to the pressure for space.
We have been building up for the surge, which will now start on Wednesday. The timing was dependent on a last minute decision by the President. The campaign is really a concerted effort to encourage sick people to present themselves and to get help. The level of trust in government is not high and even the proportion of people in the Western Area that believe that safe burials are important is surprisingly low. I gave two presentations to groups of district councillors and tribal heads. They were really engaged, demanded more involvement and asked many questions. I presented in English (of course), others in Krio. The questions were also answered predominantly in Krio. When the debate was animated and in Krio, I still got the sense of the concerns by catching the occasional word.
The new outbreak in Kono has received a lot of attention as a result of a WHO press release. I missed going out on the mission because of commitments to the Surge. You will see in the BBC story reference to the phrase used by the MOH Director of surveillance when he said that we were only seeing the ears of the hippo! The tip of the iceberg analogy would not have worked. Kono is the centre of diamond mining, but it seems that little of the profits accrue to the people. I hear that it is not unusual to see families walking down the street with pans to look for gems in the local river. The roads are bad and the support for the district health management team is minimal. If the outbreak is to to be controlled, there is a need for basics like cars and fuel for surveillance and contact tracing teams. The cars take a real beating on rural “roads” and even to reach one affected village can take hours. IFRC is setting up a holding centre which will be staffed by Canadians. They are on site already and supplies are coming in. The outbreak was going on for a time but not admitted to. As a consequence, at least three nurses and 2 sprayers working in the local hospital died. One of the drivers saw an illegal night time burial last week in the district capital. More social mobilization and community involvement in any action is absolutely necessary.
I am writing my mission report, which is a requirement for everyone before they leave. I have seen many staff busily composing their final words of wisdom in the days before departure. It is a great way of analysing what one has achieved and a way to make recommendations. Before she left last week, I had a long conversation with Eilish Cleary (Chief MOH for New Brunswick) who spent a month in Nigeria and one month here in Port Loko. She wrote this story for the Irish Times. It contrasts with the attention that is given to treatment centres and PPE-clad health care workers. They are, of course, “on the front line” but there are so many others involved in the “fight” – health workers, community workers, as well as the patients, families and friends.
Eilish and I are, of course, in favour of bringing in more public health expertise. This is echoed by John Kim, the President of the World Bank in a commentary for the New York Times. You may have seen Eilish’s other work reported in the Globe and Mail. We do need something to balance the negatives. We want to promote health, but what we have to say, i.e., do not hug, do not touch a sick person, keep your distance from those who you would naturally want to comfort, be proud of not caring in the way that you are used to. I expect that more and more people here will want to forget the outbreak soon enough, and then there is the danger that it will become endemic and just smoulder away for months.
I will depart on Brussels Airlines on Wednesday evening. This will mean catching a boat early in the afternoon to get over to the airport. At least it will not be in the middle of the night as when I arrived. I will be in Geneva early Thursday morning. I might just publish another post next week, but, in the meantime, thank you again for all of your comments and support!
What I have missed (not who I have missed!):
Terra Breads and a good espresso
Regular exercise outside
Salads
Good roads
Consistent WiFi
Drinking water from a tap
What I will miss:
The warm weather
The warmth of the people
The fresh fish
The WHO team
What I will not miss:
The smell of chlorine on my hands