Foyer des Marins Lome
Boulevard du Mono 131, Zone Portuaire Lome, Togo
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Dying to be mothers
... of which can be avoided. When I talked to one of the midwives, she told of cases where the babies were thought to be dead and buried because they failed to cut the placenta and clear the baby. The nurse discussed other cases, where untimely referrals caused bad deliveries. One in particular she discussed was that of a community bringing in woman in delivery, who had died along the journey to the Akatsi Hospital. The TBA had used various herbs to get the baby out, ...
Last full day in Togo
... in many cases they won’t earn more than that. The traffic was in its usual chaotic state, always on the edge of catastrophe. Motorcycle and cars pass within inches of each other as some speed. People don’t seem to think very far ahead about potential consequences. I think sometimes people are seriously injured or die from a lack of imagination.
That came more forcibly to mind when an ambulance with its siren blaring came from behind us ...
First full day in Lomé
... large and fairly deep puddles; forcing cycles and even cars to go from edge to edge, one side of the car over and sometimes in the water and the other side out. It makes for slow going.
It was good to have a whole morning to get caught up on various ongoing projects: sermons for the Feast of Tabernacles, organizational questions about the French site, an American university student studying in France needed an excused absence form in French, ...
Leaving Kinshasa
... in which case you might have a lot of men inside ready to defend themselves. In this case it was just Jacob and me, but one couldn’t readily see that from outside. It was old, like all vehicles on the road seem to be, and the engine threatened to stop every time we had to slow down. Some sections of street have been recently redone and are quite good, some are still dirt, and after the heavy downpour last night, they were mud pits that we had to ...
Kolloquium und Kulturschock
... habe. Danach schnell die
chemischen Cornflakes runter gewürgt und dann mit dem Taxi nach
Airport Residential. Als ich bei meinem Chef pünktlichst erschien,
war er noch in Boxershorts, was ihn wiederum nicht davon abhielt,
mich auf einen Kaffee ins Haus zu bitten. Wenig später fuhren wir
dann auch los. Die Fahrt war lang und teilweise beschwerlich und
neben kleineren Konversationen hab ich viel geguckt und geschlafen.
Dann kamen wir an die Grenze. Wie ihr auf dem ...


