Rashida, our Medical Assistant, an incredibly beautiful woman with some grace, arrived in 2005, with her husband (a soldier) who was posted in SU. He now lives in EL Fasher where he is studying to be a Medical assistant himself. She is markedly different from the locals by the sheer manner by which she is able to contend with her scarf. She is never having to tackle the challenge of wearing a 3 meter piece of material in a strange contorted swirl that means you have to keep your arm close to your chest wall to keep it from falling off. So striking Rashida remained here in Serif Umra with their five kids. The smallest one called Waly (Walydeen actually) who accompanies her to the dispensary daily as she has no one to look after him. The rest of the kids are in school but they are alone here, no family and it seems no friends. No one she can entrust with gorgeous apple cheeked Waly. Of course I can see why she would not let him out of her sight. He is just simply cute. He is also now a permanent fixture in the dispensary and ward rounds. He opens the gate when the pick up approaches and always shakes your hand with his snot soaked hand of his. His snotty nose impels me to make a passing mention that I'm doubtful the dispensary, itself soaked with as much disease you can find pretty much anywhere else, is the perfect playschool for him. Although for me it does. She agrees on both accounts and feels hard pressed to reiterate her loneliness and lack of a chaperone for him. So we think that a good alternative is that he waits with the guard or someone while we do the ward round.
Took about 6 minutes into the round when we heard his wails and I, not Rashida, gave in and ended doing the round with him wrapped around my non-existent hips. He snotty soaked lips kissed me at the end and gave me the two eye wink he's been perfecting and I knew I was walking down the treacherous road of having my heart lacerated and unalterably tattooed.