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Posts for Country Niger

Josh & Julie Korn: Father & Son

There is a little boy at the hospital right now named Omarou. When he was very young (about 18 months), he crawled into a pot of boiling oil, and his hand was badly burned. Unfortunately, this is something that happens very often here in Niger. When you combine the fact that there are lots of babies (Niger has one of the highest birthrates in the world) with the fact that most people here cook over an open fire, the results can be devastating. Consequently, we see a lot of burn victims at the CURE hospital.

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Josh & Julie Korn: Mourja

jkjkMourja is a very tender-hearted girl. It’s rare to catch her without a smile on her face. The first few times Mourja came for art therapy sessions, she made very little eye contact with me and was very timid. When I would ask her what materials she’d like to use, she wanted me to choose for her.

Mourja was born with severe clubfoot in both of her feet. All her life she has gotten around by crawling on her knees. Her knees are calloused the way someone’s would be if they walked their whole lives without shoes. After her first operation, when she had two brand new casts on, we pulled out the paint, and she started painting on one leg while I painted on the other. This was the moment when the ice broke between us. She was sitting on a chair at the table and I got down on the floor so that I would be able to paint the bottom of her cast as well. I don’t think she was expecting that. Here I was, practically nose to toe, hunched over so that I could cover her cast in color. Read the rest of this entry »

Patient Story: Ahmed Kader

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Ahmed Kader lives in a remote village outside Agadez, in the north of Niger. No one in his family had ever seen clubfoot before he was born. Born with severe bilateral clubfoot, his parents, relatives, and villagers were all convinced he was a demon. They rejected him, and even considered throwing him in the river.

When Ahmed was eight months old, his uncle, living in the capital Niamey, heard of the treatment available through the CURE Niger Clubfoot Program. Despite the offer of assistance from his uncle, Ahmed’s mother, Adama Mahamadou, was reluctant to take the long and time-consuming journey for the sake of a “demon” child. Eventually persuaded by his uncle, they did make the journey to Niamey. Read the rest of this entry »

Josh & Julie Korn: Larwan and Omarou

Larwan and Omarou have been coming together for joint art therapy sessions. There is a good dynamic between these two boys. They enjoy each other’s company and — not that this was the deciding factor in having them come together — it’s very easy for me to plop the two of them together on the wheelchair and get them over to my art therapy room. They’re both small, so it works nicely.

Also, both of them cannot walk. But don’t get me wrong, they can get wherever they need to go; they have their ways. Read the rest of this entry »

Something Wonderful: Togetherness

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Yesterday, Leron & I had the pleasure to chat with the entire staff of CURE Niger. They were a captive audience (required weekly meeting). Well, when asked to reflect on the last three years, my eyes welled up with tears. I recalled some of my first days here, when it was just Leron and the kids me. EVERYTHING was new and a bit overwhelming. Read the rest of this entry »

Josh & Julie Korn: Nigerian Winter Wear

Hannatou, the hospital social worker, does an amazing job with the patients, and especially their families, during their stay at the hospital. Many of the mothers who accompany their children get to participate in all kinds of activities like cooking, sewing, jewelery making, and knitting. One of the projects Hannatou does with them is knitting winter outfits for kids. Yes, they bundle up like they’re just about ready for a snow storm! Read the rest of this entry »

Something Wonderful: People

It has been about a month since my last entry. What a month it has been! I have been sorting through possessions (again) and continually sorting through thoughts and feelings. I am having a tough time finding the words. I think maybe reminiscing and going through photos may help me a bit. So, here it goes… Very soon, our family will leave our familiar, happy surroundings here in Niger to start all over again in the Philippines.

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A new place, new culture, new challenges, new people, new new new. I find myself in this weird “in between.” Read the rest of this entry »

Something Wonderful: Walking!

The other day I was caught off guard when a patient that I have never seen walking walked up and looked me in the eye. Moutella  had returned for physical therapy. As long as I have known him, he has had BOTH legs casted. Read the rest of this entry »

Josh & Julie Korn: Music therapy – Slovak style!

I am beyond ecstatic to have my parents here again. They came at exactly this time last year. And last year, before they took their trip out here, my dad said, “Liz, you have to take your accordion with you to play for the kids at the hospital.” My mom kind of laughed it off. He tried his best to convince her, but she had some valid reasons why she thought it was a bad idea. For example, it’s massive, weighs a ton, and it would have used up her allotted luggage space! So this year my dad was still set on the idea and devised a fabulous plan. He contacted everyone he knew, as well as the broader community grapevine email system, with a very specific request. He asked if anyone had a smaller (80 bass) accordion they’d be willing to sell or trade for another instrument. Sure enough, someone responded that same day! My parents met the couple and ended up exchanging my dad’s trombone for their perfect, hand luggage size accordion. Read the rest of this entry »

Josh & Julie Korn: The chief of the hospital

Some people are childish, even when they grow up. Others are somber and stern-faced even as infants, kind of like tiny adults, world-weary on the inside, but trapped in a fresh-faced exterior. That is how Maaouya is. He is a 4-year-old grownup, a serious kid, with a no-nonsense attitude that was evident from the moment I first saw him. I am tempted to describe him as “studious,” although, obviously, he is too young for school. But this is a helpful description, as it comes close to capturing his aloof demeanor. He floats above the fray with enviable scholarly detachment, and rarely talks or smiles, as though he is preoccupied with other, bigger problems.

But this is not to suggest that he is unhappy. Au contraire, he seems quite content to look on as the other children giggle and play. To look on, but not to participate in their games. There is a small but clearly discernible hint of condescension in the way he watches them. Almost pity. There activities are so far beneath him. So childish.

“Bless their little souls,” he seems to say, “When will they ever learn?”

Maaouya – not impressed.

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