Wednesday, 21 December 2011

I'm back...

Or at least I'm going to try to be.

Now, a lot has happened since you saw me last. Here's a small taste in photos.
I enjoyed a morning coffee and the view from my dad's new house,

made a mean last supper for my mom as a single woman,

married her off the next day,

 discovered my cousin and her boyfriend bought horses!

I walked in the Scottish countryside,

(re)cut my hair and got new glasses,

 enjoyed the Christmas lights in Brighton,

got invited to a full-fledged British Christmas dinner complete with goose,

and came home to a house full of happy dogs.

Obviously lots more happened, but a few highlights should do. Now, not much of this happened in Dar es Salaam. 

Thursday, 18 August 2011

In the midst of Ramadan

... I'm not the only one covering up.


Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Things I've learned this week...and it's only Wednesday

It sucks to come home from a nice night away to find your computer bag and all its contents missing.
It sucks that none of the guards noticed any suspicious activity.
It's extrememly difficult to to think they're involved.
It's stupid to keep your backup in the same place as your computer.
Your neighbourhood UN security coordinator can make you feel like an idiot for not having had alarms installed in the house.
Cream cheese doesn't taste good on pizza... but apple and procuitto do.
Running over your dog is the worst feeling in the world.
Tanzania is a shitty place to have a veterinary emergency.
But even old Tanzanian men can be soft hearted when it comes to hurt puppy.
I can cry. and cry. and cry.
I can't run when my stomach hurts.
Puppies get allergic reactions to drugs and get hives.


Constant headaches suck.
I'm shitty at taking a self-test for malaria.
You can call the radio station and ask them to announce that a reward will be paid to anyone who "finds" your stolen property. I don't know if it works, but figure it's worth a try.
Good neighbours are worth their weight in gold.. or something seriously valuable.
Neighbours can save your puppy's life with optimism.

Oh, and power rationing sucks, but I knew that already, it has just been reconfirmed the last couple weeks with less at 12 hours of electricity a day.

Thursday, 14 July 2011

Smelly socks conbat malaria??

Greetings from the abyss. Its a long way down here and I'm not really up on my blogging. Pole sana.
It usually takes a kick in the butt to get me going again, and this time it's from my dad who commented that I haven't been blogging for a long time. As a non-facebooker, he relies on the blog to keep up-to-date on what I'm up to.

So if for no other reason, I should blog for my dad. Or call him more often. If I blog, whoever you are, get to benefit as well.

I couldn't let this article, which is circulating around our office, go un-blogged. I'm not sure where it's from. Potentially its from the Washington Post, but I really have no idea.
Smelly socks tested in Tanzania as way to prevent malaria

By David Brown, Published: July 13
In global public health, disease-fighting tools that are cheap, available and sustainable are the Holy Grail. It might be hard to top the one being tested in Tanzania as a way to prevent malaria: smelly socks.

Experiments in three villages where people get about 350 bites a year from malaria-infected mosquitoes are using dirty socks to lure the insects into traps, where they become contaminated with poisons and ultimately die.

Researchers hope that if the strategy works, it will eventually complement insecticide-treated bed nets as a low-tech way to prevent malaria, which kills nearly 900,000 people a year worldwide, most of them children.
“It’s a bold idea. Who would have thought there was a life-saving technology working in your laundry basket?” said Peter A. Singer, a physician who heads Grand Challenges Canada, a development agency of the Canadian government that is helping fund the research.

Previous lab studies have shown that smelly socks work well in attracting mosquitoes. Field experiments have shown that synthetic bait is more attractive than people, at least until the insects get close enough to realize there’s no blood waiting for them.

The new experiments, however, are the first head-to-head field tests of footwear vs. chemistry. The researchers hope the footwear wins.

“It is simply a cost issue and an expediency issue,” said Fredros O. Okumu, the Tanzanian entomologist leading the research. “Socks are more readily available, and you don’t have to mix any chemicals. It is the sort of thing that could be set up in a cottage factory.”

The traps are square boxes that look a little like commercial beehives. Some will contain the human-odor bait, which consists of simple chemicals (including lactic acid, ammonia and propionic acid) that are exuded by people, especially from the legs and feet. Some will contain socks worn for a day by adults. Others will contain cotton pads that schoolchildren will put inside their socks for a day and then deliver to researchers.

The researchers will compare the number of mosquitoes caught with each method.
Earlier work by Okumu and his colleagues at the Ifakara Health Institute in Tanzania showed that the chemical bait attracted four times as many mosquitoes as live people and that dirty socks worked just as well, at least in the lab. If the sock pads prove adequate, they will be the preferred bait.

The inside surfaces of some traps are coated with an organophosphate pesticide. Mosquitoes that land there will die within 24 hours. Other traps contain a fungus that infects the insects and kills them in five days — roughly half the time needed for the complicated cycle that enables a newly infected mosquito to transmit the malaria parasite to a person.

The bait-and-kill strategy is a new one in malaria prevention efforts.
Normally, attempts to prevent malaria by controlling mosquitoes, known as vector control, have aimed at driving the insects away from people or killing them once natural attraction has brought them into proximity.

Insecticide-treated bed nets, millions of which have been sold or given away in Africa in the past decade, have a long-acting repellant, permethrin. In many malaria-endemic areas, people spray the inside walls of dwellings with insecticide that kills mosquitoes when they land.
Bed nets have cut childhood deaths by about 20 percent in malaria-endemic areas. Modeling suggests that traps could reduce malaria transmission about as much as bed nets do in villages where half the households use them.

Despite its low-tech appearance, the strategy Okumu is testing is far more complicated, and potentially fraught with hazard, than it seems.

A key question is where to place traps. They need to be close enough to dwellings to attract mosquitoes, but not so close that they will increase people’s exposure to the disease-carrying insects. Okumu’s research suggests that the traps should be at least 100 feet from houses.

Another question is how many traps a village might need. Okumu has calculated the minimum number at 20 per 1,000 people, although in places where malaria transmission is especially intense and in certain village configurations, 130 traps per 1,000 people might be needed.

Despite these challenges, Singer said, projects such as these are what Grand Challenges Canada is looking to support. It is providing $388,000 for the research, and the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation is providing a similar amount. The Gates Foundation gave Okumu $100,000 for preliminary studies, as well.

“We are inspired by people like Fredros,” Singer said. “We strongly believe that innovators in low-income countries are best situated to solve their own problems. He is an African researcher with an African innovation for an African problem.”

Okumu, who is a doctoral candidate at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, said he is “working on the premise that this is a global problem — a global problem in a flat world.”

He said he doubted that there might be an application for his strategy — should it prove successful — in non-malarious places such as the United States. A pair of socks from a recent 10K run at the corner of a patio will only briefly divert mosquitoes. They’ll soon find the bare legs under the picnic table.

“Mosquitoes are still fairly clever animals,” he said. “What they are looking for is blood. They might be attracted to the socks, but they will not spend much time there.”

Read more: http://www.digitaljournal.com/article/

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Gender equality mainstreaming

For the most part I feel that I am lucky to work with people who like what they do, are good at it, and believe in it. Then every once in a while I come across cases that scare me. I'm currently participating in a knowledge sharing event about mainstreaming women's entrepreneurship in our programs, hosted by the key project team globally. 

I've spent the last two days in a room with technical specialists in women's entrepreneurship development and national program coordinators from Africa and South East Asia, as well as colleagues from our global team in Geneva. Mostly, it's been engaging and interesting. People clearly are passionate about what they do and believe in the core goal of promoting women's entrepreneurship/economic development and gender mainstreaming. 

Then there are people that make statements that I simply can't believe. And from people who are in a position of authority in some ways and are responsible to the work we do at the country level. Today, I just had to take a picture of the statement. This particular individual made a similar comment about God wanting men and women to be unequal on our opening day, albeit verbally in an exercise called Cynics and Believers, where we are challenged to play the role as the champions of WED and also the devil's advocates. However, this statement came from an exercise today in which we were addressing the mental modules that contribute to the creation of structures and patterns. After we identified some in small groups, we were then given red stickers to vote on the mental modules that resonate with us. Alas, on the photo below, you see a red dot. 


The fact that these ideas persist amongst project staff who are tasked with changing attitudes and opinions and promoting gender equality scares me. And this isn't just true in my organization. I know of people who work in major health-focussed NGOs who believe in "miracle cures and madness."

I suppose the point of this rant is that we have a long way to go. Even amongst some of our supposedly well-educated and enlightened colleagues when it comes to some of the core issues we are up against as development workers.

Sunday, 8 May 2011

Puppies

Friday morning I woke up to a basket full of puppies. Four to be exact. And before I left for work an hour later, two more had arrived with it looking like there might be more on the way. Luckily, there was just one more bun in the oven, bringing the total to 7 puppies. Poor Shaki is just a puppy herself, being under a year old still. But she was amazing and knew exactly what to do and popped those seven out without any assistance. Broke the amniotic sac, licked the babies clean, chewed over the umbilical cords and cleaned up the whole mess.

The puppies weighed between 395 and 450 grams on Friday afternoon after about 6-8 hours outside the womb - my kitchen scale came in handy.  There are four girls and three boys. Three of the puppies have an extra dewclaw on each back paw (kind of like a fifth toe). Their poppa is actually double dewclawed on each hind leg. Dew claws are common on the front paws of dogs but more rare on back paws and apparently more prevalent in some races (commonly agility, herding and racing dogs). Tanzanian mutts seem to be one of those races. 

Anyway, they're gorgeous little puppies and their momma Shaki is doing great so far. Poor girl is super skinny now that she's given birth, despite being fed more under her pregnancy, so I'm super-upping her food while she's lactating to make sure she says healthy. I did a puppy weigh in this afternoon and they're all gaining weigh well and everyone seems to be nursing regularly. 




















Cicero, my kitten who has been part of the household for just about a month now, is interested in the whole affair. Shaki snapped s at her once but has since be okay, although her ears perk up with he comes too close. I'm hope they'll learn to live with each other. If nothing when the puppies are a little older and she's less protective. I'm traveling for work the next 4 days and this is the first time I've left Cicero "out" while I've been away. He usually gets to spend a little outside time in the mornings while I get ready for work, then is inside while I'm away and comes out again in the afternoon for some quality exploring and leaf-hunting. BUT he's started to be more and more interested in the outdoor world and I thought Sunday-Thursday was an awfully long time for him to be cooped up, so I left the window a crack open and instructions with the guards to keep an eye on him and help sliding the widow open and shut when he's wanting in or out. Let's hope he survives the next few days.

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

The great elephant encounter of 2011

Oh the wilds of Africa, you can be truly wild... even in a national park where the animals are more or less used to the presence of the herds of safari vehicles passing through.

On a mini safari over Easter weekend my lovely cousin (who came all the way from Denmark to visit me) and I had a bit of an adventure. Not only did our vehicle get stuck off track, 150 m from a few lionesses and their cubs (luckily they had recently killed a zebra and were more than satisfied with that), but we had a close encounter with a grumpy bull elephant. According to our guide, he's looking for some action. Female action that is. And we got right in his way. Word around the park afterwards was that this particular elephant has been terrorizing the females and the staff village inside the park for the last few days.




For your viewing pleasure, our close encounter (which I just happened to be filming). Hold on to your hats, folks!

Mom, Dad, I think this might seem familiar.



And now from something a little less wild...