Yei is an amazing town. It’s in the far south of Sudan, almost at the Uganda border, so it has a very different and very African feel to the town. After a month of stifling heat in Malakal, the cool breezes and afternoon rains of Central Equatoria were very welcome. I immediately felt my spirits lift. We stayed with Samaritan’s Purse and their compound was simply amazing. For the first time since I had left Nairobi, I had hot water from overhead showers.

But there was work to be done in Yei. Our contractor took a week to construct a huge wall around 8 truckloads of murram (hardy red clay-like soil). But when that was finished, I had the joys of teaching my very first class of SWAT operators. They were an absolute joy to teach, even if only for 4 days. It was my first class and I definitely wasn’t prepared. I barely even knew how the system worked, let alone teach someone else. Luckily another SWAT operator from another nearby system came to my rescue. I would speak for one minute and then he would translate for five minutes.

At the end of it all, there was a great grand opening ceremony on Easter Saturday. The system was all completed and working. The operators just needed to complete the store/guard house. But everyone showed up. The payam (a step down from county, a step up from village) administrator, the head man, the sub chief, the church leaders and all the trained SWAT operators and hygiene/health promoters (HHPs). There were lots of speeches and after 4 hours the neighbourhood of Mahad had their very own source of clean water. They didn’t have to go to the river and drink the muddy, soapy, oily, feces-infested waters. I wish I could have taken a sip to show my solidarity, but they were still chlorinating. Next time.

The next time would be Khaldak. I left to go on R&R as the system was under construction. But more about Khaldak later. I’m sitting in the Entebbe airport, waiting for Alan and Liz who are about to arrive in a few short minutes. I can’t wait to see familiar faces!

Below are the photos from the SWAT (Surface WAter Treatment) system installation in Yei.

And more pictures from my first trip on the Nile to do an assessment in Khaldak, 40 minutes up-river from Malakal.

I’m counting 7 weeks into my field rotation right now (6 weeks since Loki), and the only change of scenery has been Juba for 5 days. I’m getting tired of the heat (40-45C depending on the source), tired of the same rice and stew, and tired of sitting around without any work.

So Yei is way down south near the Uganda border. Apparently it’s very green and lush. I can’t wait. But the best part is that it won’t be so hot. I can’t imagine setting up the system in 40C heat, lugging barrels, gravel, sand, etc.

The 7 weeks of this field rotation have been almost an eternity. The usual rotation is 8 weeks, so I’m starting to feel my mind slip away. Unfortunately, some friends are visiting Uganda in April so I’m extending my pain for 11 weeks in the field. I hope I get back to Nairobi in one mind. I feel like Dieter Dengler in Rescue Dawn, slowly losing my mind while I imagine what delicious items fill the shelves in my imaginary fridge.

The distribution was targeted at households who had fled their town after fighting between soldiers broke out. From our estimates we served about 700 households. Multiplying that by an average household size of 4, that meant 2800 people. But the numbers are never accurate since some households had only one person and other households were ten or twelve. As expected with this discrepancy, there was fighting. There was fighting for food provided by WFP. Lots of fighting. There was also fighting for the NFI kits that we distributed. Almost every 15 minutes there would be a squabble large enough to summon the army, all toting loaded AKs, to help keep the peace.

Our team of four was outside in the wind and sun for five of the hottest hours of the day. I applied and re-applied plenty of 45SPF sunscreen and I still got a bit burnt. Three liters of water and no lunch were barely enough to keep me going. But we were successful in giving out all our mosquito nets, buckets (although some were broken), kitchen sets, blankets and tarpaulins.

It was a busy day, but some of the people were friendly saying “Salaam” or trying out their English “How are you?”. That gave me a chance to practise my 4-5 phrases of Arabic. But for the most part of the day it was just too busy giving out kits, opening packages, that there wasn’t even time to look up and greet people. I just took their card, marked a “K”, gave a pot or kitchen set and pointed them onward.

The toughest part was when we were finished distributing the kits and an old leprous lady with no fingers came over and begged for something. All I could say was sorry, “maalesh”. She was crying and there was nothing to be done for her. Some Sudanese staff helped her to get registered, but she had nothing and she received nothing yesterday. I felt sad for her, but strangely, it wasn’t heart rending.

Blessed is the man
who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked
or stand in the way of sinners
or sit in the seat of mockers.

But his delight is in the law of the LORD,
and on his law he meditates day and night.

He is like a tree planted by streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season

Psalm 1:1-3

I read that Psalm today and I’m the tree that yields its fruit in season. I’m planted by water, but that doesn’t mean I’ll sprout fruit every day. There are the harvest seasons and I’m glad that God is in charge of that. I’m also glad that God is charge of any change of plans too!