Experiences from a Refugee Camp

Children at the Mutanda refugee camp just north of Bwindi Inpenetrable Forest.








One morning about two weeks ago Scott Kellermann walked into the guesthouse dining room and flipped my whole day upside down (as he so often does). He asked me if I was ready to visit the Congolese refugee camp about an hour and a half from here and test their water.

A little background on the refugees here: The war that has been raging in the Congo for the last ten years has seen some recent flare-ups. General Laurent Nkunda and his rebel group continue to attack the Congolese army and the Hutu militias that are holdouts from the Rwandan genocide. As is always the case war takes it’s greatest toll on the civilian population indigenous to the country. Both Nkunda’s forces as well as the Congolese army have been implicated in mass killings of civilians, raping, and looting in Eastern Congo. It is estimated that around 5 million people have died since 1998. For more information on the current crisis check out this link. (http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/may/16/congo)

At present, fighting from Goma all along the Uganda border up to Rutshuru has sent eight hundred thousand refugees into Uganda. Uganda probably has the most advanced and efficient system for accepting refugees as they have sheltered refugees from Sudan, Congo, Rwanda, and even Kenya during the recent election violence. Most of the refugees are being taken to well prepared camps at locations inside the borders of Uganda however some remain nearby to the south of us in Kisoro and to the north near the small town of Kihihi.

My answer to Scott was ‘let’s go check it out.’ Scott, Richard Magezi, Dan Skeen, and I piled into the truck and headed out. After driving for about an hour to the small bustling town of Kihihi we veered off the main road down a rugged dirt track. We knew that we were on the right track because of the steady stream of land cruisers with UN emblems rolled by us. The steep hills characteristic of Southwestern Uganda quickly gave way to the Savanna Forest and warm temperatures of the Great Rift Valley. Suddenly there it was, 3000 dome shaped huts sitting about five hundred yards away from us in a massive field. The huts looked strangely like igloos because of their white coloring and I only later realized that these were white tarps wrapped around wood structures to keep out rain and reflect the suns rays. A line of people extended from the huts towards the water taps that had been set up. It’s hard to describe the feeling of seeing so many displaced people removed from their homes not by choice but by necessity to protect their children and loved ones.

Refugees collecting water with a backdrop of huts made from collected wood covered by standard issue tarps.

As we came closer to the camps one sight that struck me was the huge presence of the UN and NGO’s at the camp. Brand new Land Cruisers and off-road Toyota SUV’s crawled all over the perimeter roads of the camp. Workers wore shirts with their various NGO names printed on their shirts and hats. Names like UNICEF, OXFAM, Save the Children, Medicins Sans Frontiers and others all advertising for attention while providing services to the refugees. Trumping all others was a massive red banner with Save the Children Printed across it in white 8ft tall letters. It gave the camp an almost amusement park feel, that is until you looked deeper. Sitting nearby was a mountain of jerry cans wrapped in plastic and waiting to be handed out. Several hundred women with children on their arm or wrapped against their backs waited to receive their jerry can, blanket, and tarp. This was standard issue for every family at the camp. Also on site were 55 gallon drums welded together in order to support latrine holes. The sandy soil in the area was susceptible to collapse.

A mountain of jerry cans passed out to families to collect water at the refugee camp.

We linked up with MSF (Medicins Sans Frontiers) and found them to be very receptive to us… after we explained ourselves. MSF is a group of medical volunteers in charge of running the medical clinic for the camp. Scott was able to find out what medicines that the clinic was lacking and we took off to check out water sources with a Congolese volunteer named Matau. Because of a lack of coordination among the NGO’s MSF was stuck in a position to provide the water to the camp as well as medical attention to the refugees. We actually found the OXFAM guys still writing their budget for pipes for delivering water to the camp. With the help of local villagers Matau had located the largest spring that I have seen yet in all of my assessments (6 liters per second) in the region. It was just dumb luck that the camp turned out to be located so close to this spring source as there had been no previous knowledge of the spring beforehand. The water was being pumped about 300 yards to two 15,000 liter bladders which looked like giant waterbeds. I had the inappropriate urge to get up and jump on the bladders and was surprised that more children from the camps had not been trying themselves.

Each time a bladder was filled it was treated with a single spoonful of chlorine powder. I was skeptical of this amount but my test results revealed that the water in the bladders had no evidence of fecal coliforms even though the source water had elevated levels. The source that the district had recommended was a cattle watering reservoir that was extremely contaminated (I later found out that this was the source of water for 300 local villagers). It was really impressive what Matau had put into place to provide water to the refugee camp and with what the MSF volunteers had accomplished in general. I think it says a lot that the volunteers getting paid a lowly stipend of several hundred dollars a month appeared to be getting more accomplished on the ground than any of the other paid NGO workers combined.

MSF volunteer Matau looks on as a Unicef worker checks the chlorine levels int the water. If the chlorine is too low it can be contaminated by bacteria and if too high people won't drink it because of the taste.

After testing the water we went out to the water taps to take photos and hang out with the children and women collecting water. When we approached, the refugees were reserved at first but soon the children were laughing and smiling and demanding to see the digital images on our camera view screens. At one point Dan Skeen was absolutely mobbed with children and I was concerned that they were going to pull the tattoos off his shoulders. Even at refugee camps kids are still kids. I have found no better example of people experiencing joy and happiness under difficult and transient living conditions.

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December has brought many interesting developments. Our recent focus has been on coordinating the building of latrines in four Batwa settlements. In previous meetings the Batwa have agreed that the latrines are necessary in their communities. In order to make the projects cost effective and to involve the community we asked the Batwa to provide the labor for digging the pits and for providing roofing thatch (speargrass or banana leaves). One thing that you quickly notice walking around the communities here are brick making operations utilizing the high clay content of the soils here. In cases where households want more permanent latrines the people are going to make bricks for building the walls of the latrines. Labor intensive but requiring only a moderate level of skill, making bricks is a great opportunity to get the community involved in providing sanitation for their families. Where households do not know how to make bricks we are providing that instruction with the assistance from local brick-makers.

During the initial meetings with the four Batwa settlements we had no takers for permanent latrines due to the increased level of commitment that those latrines required. Slowly by slowly over the last two weeks households are deciding to commit to the longer lasting latrines and as of last week nearly a third of households have upgraded to permanent latrines. However, the Batwa are still vehemently against the idea of composting latrines. The composting latrine is the most sustainable choice because wastes are removed from them every 6 months and then they are refilled. The pit latrines deposit wastes deep in the ground and have the potential to contaminate local springs as well as the shallow aquifer. If maintained properly, pathogens are eliminated by allowing the feces to biologically breakdown over a 6 month period before they are removed.

I can’t necessarily blame them for not wanting to remove their own feces from the chamber because I myself would bock if I was asked to do the same thing. Despite this roadblock I am greatly encouraged by the community support in these latrines and feel like we are making solid headway.

Coordinating perfectly with the latrine projects has been the arrival of my lifelong friend and contractor extraordinaire Tor Erickson. His skills as a builder and manager of construction projects have had an immediate impact on the projects. Together we have begun to come up with the designs for latrines that are cost feasible and built to last. Being able to consult Tor with his experience with concrete and his skill at estimating costs are providing a key consultant where without him I would be inquiring from local contractors who may or may not be trustworthy. Local contractors will be a necessary element in these projects as we are slated to build over 100 latrines and protect 40 springs but determining initial costs and designs will set the stage for this future work.

Tor with some new Bakiga friends in the field testing water sources.

I want to wish everyone a merry Christmas and to let my friends and family know that I miss you all very much. It feels so strange here that Christmas is just around the corner and I’m still getting sunburned on a daily basis. The celebration for Christmas here is a goat roast that is held on Christmas eve followed by a 4 to 5 hour church service on Christmas day. Not exactly the usual turkey dinner with present opening and conversation with my grandparents, aunts, and uncles. Well, wish you all a happy holiday and will be posting more adventures in the new year! Dan and I standing with Congolese children chased out of the Congo two weeks prior.A Chameleon hanging out on a fencepost. Bizarre creatures!A waterfall seen from a stroll through Bwindi Impenetrable Forest.Goat roasting party at my new Banda. I've got so much going on I didn't even describe the big move. It was rather uneventful but I did get to slaughter the goat. Which was...pretty disgusting.