I was assigned to the medical clinic today in the small town of Molo, northwest of Nakuru. It is the community where Margaret, the in country director for the non-profit, was born and raised. We were introduced to the children of the area and I wondered if they were a fraction of the fortunate students that attended private school, or if they were condemned to a substandard public education. In general the students uniform was in overall disrepair and they seemed to speak with less articulation then the students of St. Catherine's--definitely public school, and in great need of the preventive medication we provided.
The clinic ran very smoothly-Debbie said we saw 600 patients, I do no know where she got that number, the church where we were set up held 75 patients and I hardly believe we emptied the room 6+ times--exactness, that is what the Pharmacist has to offer.
We had the standard peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch, wheat or white, crunch or smooth, it all tastes the same. Our compound employs a kitchen staff that prepares a buffet of 8 to 10 serving pots and platters and various other food items for breakfast and lunch. Aside from salt and pepper placed on the table, meals are no served with spices, butter, sauces, ketchup, salsa or dessert.
Breakfast consists of deep fried pancakes, pan fried eggs, french fries, batter coated hard boiled eggs that are deep fried, scones, grilled cheese and ham sandwiches (without the cheese), fruit in season (papaya, pineapple and banana) and thermos of goats milk.....I never did figure out what the purpose of that was.
Dinner consisted of a cole slaw of mixed greens, sauteed carrots, sauteed green beans, finely chopped mixed greens that were boiled or deep fried, roasted potatoes, mash potatoes, french fries, meat filled scones, and a stew I didn't get close enough to examine.
Actually, I had peanut butter and jelly for all three meals today.
