KAPTAMA FRIENDS HOSPITAL----OUR LIFELINE

This is our hospital or should I say dispensary.
This is the hospital that is supposed to cater for thousands of villagers. This is the hospital where our mothers, sisters, fathers, brothers and our children are supposed to feel safe when thay are sick. The picture on the side is that of our lab. Where all lab work is supposed to be done yet there, lies only one microscope and probably nothing else.

This is how the admission rooms look like. They
hardly have any available linen, the mattresses are thin and torn. The rooms look cold and empty. Yet at our sickest moments, this is where we run for refuge because sometimes it is better than the homes we live in.


The distances we have to cover to reach the
hospital is sometimes long. The patients are transported there using bicycles and sometimes donkeys. The roads are in pathetic state and worse when it rains. Visiting sick relatives is rare because of the distance involved and poverty.




This dipensary, Kaptama Friends is the nearest hospital we have. For specialized treatment, our people have to travel about 82 miles and that sometimes, is impossible because they are so poor and cannot afford. Due to these kind of circumstances, the villagers have long given up and this has led to some of them succumbing to sickness that would otherwise have been treated. Because of the prevailing conditions, women still give birth at home and most of the childre never get immunized. Last but not least, we have no ambulance

It is because of such that I choose to collect cans. It is because of such that I will not tire appealing to friends and donors because I know the aluminum cans you donate can change our lives dramatically. Help me, carry this dream for the people I love most.