Think Up | 07/07/2008 12:00 am
Ashley Judd's Rwanda Diaries Part Five: Not a Breeze-in, Breeze-out Kind of Gal

Editor’s Note: Our friend, Ashley Judd, joined YouthAIDS as Global Ambassador in 2002, after seeing the effects of HIV/AIDS
on communities and children in the United States and around the globe.
With no cure in sight, and the realization that education is the only
way to prevent the spread of this disease, Ashley uses voice and
platform — on behalf of those without a voice — to promote YouthAIDS’s
programs and to provide young adults with immediate solutions for
fighting the global epidemic. Most recently, Ashley went to Rwanda and
the Democratic Republic of the Congo, where she kept a daily
personal journal detailing the heart-wrenching experience. Each week
this summer, wOw shares one diary excerpt. The following journal entry was written on April 25th, 2008.
Kirehe, Rwanda
Another method of making both Tuzanet and Primo available is through unpaid “community health workers” — folks who have been elected in their communities to be just that: a health worker.
Believe it or not, our funding expires for this soon. Obscene. It is so successful. But that’s the shortsightedness of some donors: Oh, great job! Sixty percent reduction, problem sorted! But what about the other 40 percent and when the nets become ineffective in three years time, in 2010? Malaria will be back where it was in ’06: high morbidity and mortality, and disabling the productivity of care givers with sick children.Click here to see photos from Ashley Judd’s Rwanda Diaries Part Five.
| They were patiently waiting for services and, by the look of it, they would need that patience. |
I packed up all my stuff and ate a weird breakfast before going to the airport. After a wait, we boarded a heifer of a helicopter, a giant military thing with bench seating lining the length of it. The Minister of Health, a tall, rangy guy and straight talker, and I would be crossing Rwanda to celebrate World Malaria Day with PSI. I listened to my favorite far-out spiritual music on my iPod as I admired the verdant hills below, and began to register what I heard, that every square inch of the land is tilled in the effort to feed all ten million people living here. The land is cultivated, gardened, terraced, you name it. (The Clinton Global Initiative has programs to help people increase their harvests in sound ways, as well as to help farmers earn money from their yields.)
Click here to read Ashley’s Rwanda Diaries Part One.
Click here to read Ashley’s Rwanda Diaries Part Two.
Click here to read Ashley’s Rwanda Diaries Part Three.
We landed in a giant field in the East Province, greeted by hundreds of onlookers who were curious about the helicopter. Cries of “muzungu” erupted as my colleagues and I got into our cars. We jolted across rough, red dirt roads to see a community health worker in action; we visited a broken woman holding a limp infant. The community health worker had diagnosed malaria, and was giving her education about her new net and proper use of Primo. When I sat with the woman, she was not easy to engage; she was so ill and quite overwhelmed. I tried to squeeze in a few quiet moments with her, as I am not a breeze-in, breeze-out kind of gal. I like to learn the stories of the people I meet, to share in their lives as much as I can, to form an emotional connection. My only real contact with her, however, was that she smelled so rotten I actually had a gag reflex, a first for me in 11 countries of slums, brothels and hospices. Many women live in such extreme poverty that they have no basic knowledge of any form of hygiene.























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