Without sustainability these projects fall by the wayside with very little overall impact.
— Kevin Cahill

I was a tourist on safari in East Africa in the mid 1990’s when I was unexpectedly asked to examine a sick child. We were in a very primitive Samburu village in a remote part of northern Kenya. Even though I had no equipment, not even a stethoscope, I agreed. The child needed antibiotics. 

The next day we returned. We had made packets of powder from emptying antibiotic capsules. Through our guide I explained how to take the medication. We left and I hoped for the best. 

Six months later I received a package in the mail. In it was the spear belonging to the chief of the Samburu village. It was the same spear the chief had used many years before to complete his rite of passage by killing a lion. A lock of hair from the lion’s mane still sat on the top of the leather casing enclosing the point. I was incredibly honored. 

Celebrations after setting up the Bush clinic in Samburu. In the picture - Leanne with the villagers.

Celebrations after setting up the Bush clinic in Samburu. In the picture - Leanne with the villagers.

Samburu Villagers.

Samburu Villagers.

Kevin Cahill is one of the world’s foremost infectious disease specialists and someone who has done much to try to improve conditions in the third world. When I proudly told him the story, he was less than impressed. He put his hand on my shoulder and said:

“So Neil what do you think you accomplished?” I was taken back and I told him I thought I helped a sick child. 

He went on to talk about the conditions causing the illness and the need to deal with them at the same time. He ended the conversation with these words:

It was a very important lesson for me to learn and I spent the next thee years working on creating a sustainable clinic for that village.

In 1998 after the US Embassy bombings in Kenya and Tanzania my friends in Kenya contacted me. Scores of locals were hurt and nobody seemed to care. They didn’t have life threatening injuries but they bore the physical scars of the terrorist attack. In 1999 I teamed up with AMREF, a large Kenyan NGO, in a mission of mercy. I put together a team of anesthesiologists and together with an international team of reconstructive surgeons we went to Nairobi hospital.

We all felt badly before. But when you see all the scars and the tragedy you see that there are human beings involved and it’s not just a sound bite.

It wasn’t easy. The hospital was a very large public facility with limited services.  Fortunately we were able to secure donations of enough medical equipment and surgical supplies. In the two weeks we were there, we operated on over 300 people. The mission was a great success.

Over the years I had the great pleasure of spending time with Nelson Mandela. I told him of my charity work in east Africa and he asked me to come and do something for his people in South Africa. I promised I would.

Neil with Nelson Mandela.

Neil with Nelson Mandela.

A local baker and I formed International Community Bakeries, a charity project to create self-sustaining bakeries in some of the most deprived areas of the world.

On December 1, 2009, World Aids Day, I fulfilled that promise.

We opened our first bakery in South Africa at Nkosi’s Haven Village, a program for HIV positive single moms and their kids. Our second bakery opened in the township of Khayelitsha outside of Cape Town, South Africa in 2011 and a third was opened in 2013 in the slums of Port O Price Haiti.


Doctors tackle scars of Nairobi blast

Ms. Gucuku, 27, was somehow composed enough to talk as a doctor dug two incisions the shape of the letter W into her forehead. She winced. The anesthetic was not working well.
But it seemed worth the pain. The doctor was a plastic surgeon smoothing down two bulbous scars, evidence in flesh of the bomb blast that killed more than 200 people on Aug. 7 and wounded 5,000 others.

When terrorists destroyed the United States Embassy here, doctors worked around the clock for three straight days. They had no time to worry about being neat. But this month a team of plastic surgeons - Kenyans, Americans and Spaniards, along with a crew of anesthesiologists from New York and New Jersey - have been going beyond these life-saving efforts, hoping to erase the physical scars from some 350 survivors.

The emotional scars are a different matter. But the surgeons hope that lessening some of the surface wounds might open the way to a deeper healing.

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“We are going to try to bring you back to where you were” Dr Meshach Omguti, the chief of plastic surgery at Jomo Kenyatta National Hospital, assured Ms Gicuku as he began to stitch up her forehead. A secretary, her face and chest were blasted with glass from her office window.
“She will never forget the day the bomb blast occured” he said. “It changed lives. But this helps”.

Mary Lou Furnas, a surgical technician from Orange, Calif., whose husband, David, put together the team of four American surgeons, said: “We’re doing more than repairing scars. We’re giving them an ego boost, a psychological boost.”.

Plastic surgery may not seem like the first concern for bombing victim scar. But soon after the bombing a group of doctors from the African Medical and Research Foundation decided that hundreds of people would need reconstructive surgery, some of it cosmetic and some of it a medical necessity. The foundation runs East African Flying Doctors Services, a group of surgeons who travel to rural areas fixing problems like cleft palates.

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The group raised money and recruited six foreign surgeons and either anesthesiologists and technicians, all of whom donated their time and most of whom had experience working in poor parts of the world (The United States Government gave  half a million dollars to the program; British Airways donated air fare; Kenyatta hospital supplied some staff members and operating rooms, and various drug and equipment companies gave ten of thousands of dollars in medicine and machines).

Dr. Neil Ratner, for example, a 49-year-old anesthesiologist from Manhattan, has made several medical trips to a village in northern Kenya, and so jumped at the chance to head up the anesthesiology team these past weeks. Seeing patient after patient - blinded, deaf, riddled with shrapnel - made him realize just how destructive the bomb was.

“We all felt badly before” Dr. Ratner said. “But when you see all the scars and tragedy, you see that there are human beings involved and it’s not just a sound bite.”

Each doctor operated on half a dozen or more people a day. Much of the work has been picking out pieces of glass, some the size of silver dollars, from the victims’ bodies.

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As she lay on an operating table, Millicent Maina, 37, described how two pieces of glass in her right knee sometimes made her feel as if flier were creeping over her. At other times it sent pain up her leg.

Dr. Furnas, who teaches at the University of California at Irvine, cut both pieces out.
There were far more serious cases, like those of two patients who by coincidence also have the last name Maina and share a first name as well, David.

The younger David Maina is 13, and had been sitting on a bus across the street from the embassy when the bomb went off. His jaw was nearly ripped off, and despite an earlier operation his mouth could barely close.

This month, Dr. Furnas, 67, who is tall and white-haired and looks exactly like a surgeon should, grafted some skin from David’s groin onto his face, tightening his mouth, smoothing out some scars and setting a stage for later operation that will rebuild the bones of his jaw. He said he felt better, but five days after the operation, it would be too much to say he felt good.
“There is some pain here” he said.

The other David Maina is a 55-year-old cab driver who was standing next ot his Mercedes when the bomb went off, taking off an ear and burning big patches of his scalp and chest.

The work on Mr. Maina was extensive: surgeons implanted what amount to a balloon under his scalp to stretch the skin so it ultimately can be sewn up over his head scars.

But his own wish for the operation was more basic. He wanted his ear reshaped so it would once again support his glasses.

“It’s better now,” he said, and the operation has been one of the few bright spots since the blast: he has not been able to work or pay rent and, half blind, he cannot drive a cab again.

“This blast has destroyed me completely,” he said. “Even the car I was using had a loan on it”.

In the women’s ward, Patricia Ouko, a 50-year-old mother of seven children, said life had been hard since the explosion, when the window beside which she was typing exploded and sent glass shrapnel nto her forehead. She is filled sometimes with “bad memories”.

“Sometimes you wake during the sleep without knowing why,” she said.

Though her head is still bandages, she said she was happy with the operation and invited a visitor to look in her file at a photograph of the dark marks on her brow. It would all be different, she said, when the bandage came off.

“At least,” she said, “I won’t hear any remarks about my face.”.

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Dear Dr. Ratner,

I read the amazing story in yesterday’s NY Times about you and other the other doctors who volunteered their services to help rehabilitate the many victors of the bomb blast in Nairobi on Aug 7, 1998.

It is difficult to find adequate words to express my admiration and respect for your dedication, efforts and zeal. You have undoubtedly earned the ever-lasting gratitude of your patients for restoring some degree of normality in their lives and hope for the future.

All the best!

Sincerely yours,

William Shulman

108-50 71 Ave.

Forest Hills, NYC 11375