The rat was chased out of the office on Monday night after spending the day in a corner hiding from everyone. Don’t have to worry about my toes being chewed off under the desk anymore.
My roommate and I are still waiting for feedback on our
data analysis, so we’d tried to spend Tuesday with one of the other UVA teams
since the water filter girls are leaving this weekend and another group of
students arrived last weekend. None of them were able to take us and we ended
up at the office. To give us something to do other than study for my online
psychology class, we went over to the microbiology lab to see what they were
doing. We were told they were going to be prepping samples to run PCR (for
those non-science readers, it’s a method of amplifying DNA so that you have
more to work with). I expected to just sit and watch them do it, which would be
good for comparing lab procedures here to those I’ve learned. When we got
there, though, we were given aprons, gloves, and a procedure for extracting DNA
from bacteria.
We worked with a lab assistant named Nurse, who extracts
the DNA from all of the bacteria grown from the stool samples collected in the
MAL-ED study. She was running about 100 samples that morning. We helped with
general preparations and, for lack of enough micropipettors and nuclease-free
water, watched her add reagents to microcentrifuge tubes. The method that the
lab uses for extraction is the Triton boiling method. It’s basically just
Triton-X as the detergent and then extreme heat for a while. After that, a
quick run through a centrifuge separates the cellular debris from the DNA and
one can use the supernatant directly for PCR. She had all of the cultures
already and allowed us to scoop E. coli colonies off the plates for each sample.
There was so much going on in the lab, which was tiny and
packed with equipment and freezers. The lady who showed us parasites was
staining and viewing stools under the microscope and there were other people
culturing bacteria from the stool samples, staining other samples, and doing
computer analysis. MAL-ED provides constant work for a lot of people in
different fields, for sure.
I’ve been surprised a few times that once I tell people I’m
studying chemistry and biology they consider me immediately qualified for
things like lab work and critical problem solving in those subjects. Since I’m
still in school, I keep thinking of myself as just a student who is learning but
doesn’t know enough to be called a scientist. In ten months I’ll be holding a
BS in chemistry, though, and at that point I will be officially qualified. I’ve
already taken the majority of the classes that will have taught me the skills I
need to be a chemist and I’ve done a fair amount of research, so I suppose it’s
not so astounding that people see me as a real scientist.
After our fun little stint in the lab, we decided to walk
back to Acacia instead of waiting around the office for four more hours until
the water filter team came back from the villages. We successfully crossed the major
road, found Nando’s for lunch, and then made it back to the park with no
problems. If we’d taken a straight route instead of winding through the market,
it probably would only have taken 20 minutes. It’s good knowing that we have a
way to get to and from the university if we ever end up without a ride.
I think I’ve written about peri-peri sauce before, but it’s
one of the major flavourings that Nando’s uses on their veggie burgers. I’ve
gotten the mild variety every time and it still makes my nose run and my eyes
water so we looked at the different varieties while we were at the restaurant.
The mild is actually in the middle of the spectrum. I’d be loath to try
anything higher than mild for fear my tongue’d get blistered. Even though it’s
so spicy, I want to put it on everything. I ate it on cauliflower that another
cabin let me cook on their braai, on sweet potatoes, on green beans… I
considered using it in the place of pasta sauce, but it’d probably be too much
spicy for me. The sauce is apparently made from the African bird’s-eye chili, locally
called peri-peri, that Nando’s pamphlets claim was discovered by some
Portuguese explorers and taken back to Europe. This is probably the only food
from here besides the not-so-sweet sweet potatoes that I would like to have in
the States.
My roommate’s been working on a project concerning breast
feeding and mental health and to supplement the numerical data, the office has
been planning some focus groups with mothers to ask them specifics about their
breast feeding practices, knowledge, and misconceptions. We met with two groups
of mothers at the Rambuda clinic today and our advisor asked questions that my
roommate and other MAL-ED people have designed over the last couple weeks. My
job was to film the discussions so that they can be translated into English
from Tshivenda.
Even though I couldn’t understand anything that was
happening, I quote enjoyed it. We were all squashed into a room in the birthing
ward of the clinic and most of the mothers brought their babies. The
discussions were peppered with baby squeals and fits of crying, the most vocal
being a child by the name of Jessica, and one little boy who could walk kept
going to the door and banging on it. I particularly enjoyed a little
two-year-old girl who was clapping her hands and dancing the whole time when
she wasn’t trying to pull the shoes off of a sleeping child. The youngest child
there was a handsome little boy who couldn’t have been more than three or four
months. He stared at me for a while, looked at his mother, then back at me, and
started wailing until his mother quieted him by putting him on her breast. I’m
not sure the reason he was so upset, but I’ve heard that many of the younger
children get scared the first time they see a white person.
Nearly every mother with a child who was still being
breast-fed had no problem pulling out a breast in the middle of the group while
a camera was going to keep the baby happy or to nurse him to sleep. I don’t
have a problem with breastfeeding mothers since my mom breast-fed all three of
my younger siblings, but I know that it’s a big issue in the U.S. that was
recently a popular topic after the TIME cover featuring a woman feeding her
son. Whereas mothers who breastfeed in public in the U.S. try to be discreet
and cover up, nobody gets upset if a woman feeds her baby right in the open
here (or at least I haven’t witnessed it. All of my assertions are based on
observation of a limited population).
Though I’d never walk out of the park with shorts shorter
than my knee or a tank top, this area seems to be very accepting of naked
bodies and natural body functions. Many of the traditional dances involve women
who are naked aside from a belt around their hips and I’ve seen a number of men
dropping trau to urinate on the side of the road. In conversation, I’ve been
caught off guard by someone I barely know mentioning generally taboo topics in
the U.S. like menstruation or erectile dysfunction. Condoms are available all
over the place with illustrated guides on how to use them and sex is just a
natural thing that people talk about, though safe sex is heavily stressed by
billboards, commercials, and soap operas because of the prevalence of HIV/AIDS,
other STDs, and unwanted pregnancy. I was actually fairly embarrassed to read a
graphic anecdote about a husband and wife in bed on the office wall of a
lecturer at the University my first day here.
When we left the clinic, three mothers needed a ride home
in the bakkie we’d taken there. I gave up my seat in the cab to a mother with a
six-month-old and got to ride in the bed with two other mothers, an advisor,
and a two-year-old. People regularly squeeze upwards of ten or fifteen people
standing in the back of bakkies to go down the road, particularly on Sunday
when large crowds are trying to get home from church. I’d wondered how people
could deal with the dust coming up from the road constantly, but even on the
dirt road we were going fast enough that we left all the dust billowing around
people behind us. Even after we’d dropped off the mothers, I opted to stay in
the back for the whole ride back to Acacia. It was great having an unimpeded
view of the afternoon landscape. I also enjoyed the various reactions of people
seeing makuah in a bakkie. A few guys whistled and one blew a kiss, but mostly people
would just stop what they were doing to watch. It was a relaxing ride.
The cars that the water filter team had rented have been
covered in thick layers of dust for a while since they drive out to villages
every day. Clean cars are valued here, evident by little car wash businesses
just about every few feet. For the past week or so, people have been begging to
wash the cars for free since they’re so dirty. One of the gate guards at Acacia
has been telling me his schedule to try and arrange time to come wash it and
gas station attendants (there is no such thing as self-serve here) reproach us
for the dirt. While we were sitting at the Indian restaurant for a farewell
dinner for the water filter girls, I looked out to see someone washing the cars
unbidden. Two guys completely scrubbed the exterior of both cars and refused payment
after since we’re students. We’re very sure that they just couldn’t bear to see
a car as dirty as those and ridding the town of eyesores was payment enough.
We’re being kicked out of Acacia on Saturday for a
wedding, so we’re going to be lodging at another place in town for a night. The
water filter girls will be gone and the new group is going to Kruger, leaving
us no means of transportation other than our feet. The other lodge is close
enough to walk to and we’ll leave our luggage at Acacia, though, so it all
works out.
Nice update Jessica. Don't forget I breastfed you too for 3 1/2 years - and at the same time as Stefan - tandem nursing. It is heart warming to learn that the mother's in the village are indeed nursing their young. With commercial formulas being peddled in most third world countries the rate of bf has declined. Yay Venda Moms!
ReplyDelete