The white powder you see is ground corn. It has been spread out on a cement slab to dry in the sun. I took this photo by Koko Duu, the hospital’s nutrition center. Women with malnourished children bring their kids there during the day to feed them a high protein porridge.
In the mid-day sun the corn was a brilliant white that threw me off at first. I didn’t realize it was corn – all I could see was a blinding square of light in the middle of the grass. On close inspection my eyes adjusted and the powder looked like an abstract work of art with all the finger lines through it from when it was spread out.
Women in West Africa have amazing strength. Yesterday, some workers chopped up a fallen tree and most of the women from the nutrition rehabilitation center came down to haul the wood back the center. It was unbelievable to see each of these women carrying what must have been well over a hundred of pounds of wood on their heads.
Ever accidentally gone in the wrong bathroom? I’ve found myself in an embarrassing situation or two when I’ve entered the women’s bathroom by accident.
Here in Nalerigu, they make sure you don’t go in the wrong public bathroom by using this sign instead of the the standard stick figure with a dress.
Heidi has commented on numerous occasions about how different medical processes are here than in the US. In the US we have the luxury of sterile medical environments and an abundance of new drugs. This box holds the medicine to be used on a given day in the pediatrics ward. It is shocking how dirty and used everything looks. The brand new, brightly colored children’s vitamin canister really stood out to me. It also reflected the situation in the peds ward. Despite all the sadness and sickness, there was an occasional kid that would give you a bright smile.
We are at the end of rainy season and late each afternoon huge thunder clouds roll in but don’t provide a drop of rain. I had just passed through the market to the other side of town when these children ran up asking to be “snapped.” I asked them to pose on the abandoned bulldozer and was pleased to be able to frame the shot with the thunder clouds creeping in.
One could use this image to communicate several different messages about industrialization and the future of traditional living in West Africa. I’ll let you ponder its implications.
This photo was taken on the road to the market. Children here make toys out of found objects. No Fisher Price, no Hasbro, no G.I. Joe. This boy was having a jolly good time pushing and chasing this old tire down the dirt road.