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The Critical Middle's avatar

This brought me to tears. Will reflect on why... thank you for sharing.

Maybe there is something metaphorical in this story... so many Chombas, so much theory, not enough well-focused action.

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Mo Perry's avatar

This vividly brought back my own Peace Corps experience in Burkina Faso in 2003-4. I was also a health volunteer and suffered the same sense of moral confusion. I wrote my own essay about a very similar experience--walking out of my mud, tin-roofed hut to find my favorite little girl, Sandrine, sitting in the dirt crying and holding her knee, which had a deep wound with visible maggots in it. I had my Peace Corps-supplied medical kit inside, full of gauze and antiseptic ointments, but they had drilled into me the warning against sharing any of it with the villagers, for the reasons listed in this essay. I found Sandrine's mother and urged her to take her to the local clinic, but I knew it was unlikely that she would. It was the first of many experiences in my time as a volunteer that left me feeling helpless and frustrated.

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