On the last day of 2013, two Muslem men came to Amecet for help. One of them had a little boy of 4 years old, he was born with Spina Bifia (open back) and they were struggling with him. He was paralysed and was crawling around, he has no feelings in his legs and he developed very big wounds on his feet from the crawling. I went with Janneke, our nurse, and her two friends (also nurses) who were visiting her, to the family. And there we met Mubarac, a little Muslim boy with real bad sores on his feet. We asked for Omo and a basin with water and we bathed his feet. Then after some discussion among the 3 nurses they dressed the wound. After that day, Janneke and her two friends went every day to Mubarac, to dress his wounds. They met Gadaffi, his older brother, who helps every day to bring the basin with water and the Omo, he also carries Mubarac on his back to the basin. The first couple of days, there seemed not much difference, but now we see a big change.
The wound is still very big, but it is clean and bleeding again, Janneke puts Honey on it, it helps the wound to heal. Most of the time only the children are around, like today. While we were dressing the wounds, we smelled a delious smell of fresh baked bread. When we finished, we looked around, we had not see anything what looked liked a bakery. Around the corner was a shed, made from iron sheets (with many holes), the smell came from there.... And yes, that was the bakery!!!
We called in, it was dark inside, and we were welcomed in.... by the father of Mubarac and Gadaffi!!! He was backing small breadrolls, we call them mandazi. Every where were big trays with dow, waiting to be backed. And the father was backing them in oil, in an enourmous pan, on a selfmade woodfire stove. He was happy that we came to see him. He is working on his own, he starts early in the morning and backes the whole day. Tomorrow, he will go on his motorbike, with an enormous box at the back, to the villages to sell his bread rolls. He is a very hard working man! He told Gadaffi to pack us some bread rolls and we had a nice lunch, back home!
Mubarac was sitting near the door, with his feet up (like Janneke had told him). We are trying to see if we could organize a wheelchair for Mubarac, he needs to get off the floor, you can't tie him down, he wants to play and move, but when he crawls, he will keep the wounds at his feet.