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October 24, 1999 FREETOWN, Sierra Leone -- The camp for victims of mutilation lies on a hill in the most scenic stretch of Freetown, a favorite spot for British vacationers before war destroyed Sierra Leone. The palms dotting the surrounding hills, the nearby wide white beach, the faded resorts promising respite, all stand in contrast to life inside the camp: a one-legged girl hopping along one a labyrinthine walkway; a young man with one arm sitting on the porch of his tarpaulin tent-house; an older man with arms hacked off below the elbows; yet another with very short stumps.
With the help of another international relief organization, Handicap International, the victims are learning to use prosthetics with surviving muscles, to wash themselves, to raise a spoon to their lips. Some tasks the armless might never master, though, like buttoning a shirt or tying a knot. But there is more here than grinding work to relearn the basics. Isatu, a 13-year-old girl with no arms, plays with her younger sister and friends on the beach, touching them with her stumps, digging into the sand. A 46-year-old man, who in July said he would never wear unsightly artificial arms with metal hooks, now takes a pen from a visitor with his prosthetic and proudly writes down his name on a reporter's notepad: Lamine Jusu Jarka. In a country where less than a third of the people can write, isn't it a shame that Jarka's handwriting is now barely legible? It will improve, he vows.
A few months ago, rumors swept the camp that the Government had gotten German surgeons to come here, and that transplants were being performed in Europe. They became angry at the Government when the Germans never came.
In the end, the mutilation victims might have to rely on the system that the vast majority of ordinary Africans rely on: the extended family. In the world's poorest continent, relatives help one another out; sometimes a sole member supports a large number of relatives or close friends. If someone lucky enough to have a job loses it, 15 people suffer, the saying goes. Here in the camp, most of the victims live with their families, secure in the knowledge that they will never be abandoned. A few, however, have lost all their families. No one knows what will happen to them. |
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