Sunday 27 December 2009

The season to be merry.....

I recently received a letter from a complete stranger who had been reading the older post of this blog and it has spurred me on to begin again. My time in the Transkei is drawing to a close so I will continue while I can.

Perhaps I will just start in the present. Christmas is not a pleasant time to be working in the Transkei. Traditionally, all the people who spend the year working away from home return for a month long break during December. The first consequence of this is that people who are supposed to still be working here think it is unfair that everyone else is having so much fun without them so the workers' attendence record which is poor at the best of times gets even worse making normal activity even more frustrating than usual.

But the itinerant workers bring back much more than just work apathy. You can understand that there is alot more sex, couples have been separated for 11 months and the enormous birth rates every September are testament to that (working in maternity in September is only slightly better than working in Emergency at Christmas- it is a blessing that human gestation is not 12 months long!). What has not to my knowledge been measured are the number of new HIV infections that occur at this time of year. It seems highly likely that a number of these married men have been infected with HIV whist working away (about 30% of gold miners are HIV +ve for example) and with the wives in no position to insist on condom use it seems highly probable that there will be quite a number of new infections amongst the women this Christmas and with the amount of casual sex likely to increases in proportion to the amount of alcohol consumed these will not be the only cases.

Easier to measure and only slightly less disturbing is the amount of violence that comes along at Christmas. The statistics are mind boggling to me- between the morning of 25th and lunchtime of 26th alone we saw 42 stabbings, one shooting, a rape and countless other assaults. Almost everyone involved (excluding the rape victim and the women beaten up by their husbands) was so drunk they could barely stand up. With two doctors on-call for 72hrs straight over Christmas we had to engage in some serious task shifting. We gave the nurses instructions to assess every stabbed patient and to call only for those seriously ill. The rest were to be wrapped in bandages until the morning. The next morning the place looked to me like a scene from a WWI field station. There were bodies littering every conceivable space with bloodstained bandages around limbs, heads and torsos, every patient had a drip in place which was usually hanging from a curtain rail or a nail in the wall. The nurses did a great job that night, nobody died and only a couple ended up being admitted to hospital. By lunchtime most of the patients had been sent home an the place made ready for the next night.

There will be many scars to heal but frustrating few other consequences, most will not report the event to police and even if they did the chance of a conviction is very slight. In all honesty it is hard to see these drunken men as victims, many who had wounds had probably inflicted wounds on others. It's almost as if entering a tavern and getting drunk at Christmas is tacit consent to a free-for-all in which one might get stabbed!

Perhaps next year the community leaders can become involved and their own style of community justice may be used to deters this behaviour but we can only hope.

4 comments:

Rance said...

Thank you for your blog. I am a 33yr old American who spend 10 days in the Transkei in October. I plan to go back; the place got into my blood! Keep your posts coming...I am reading!

Unknown said...

ive been following your blog .im inspired

Unknown said...

Good to hear you are well and to see you back posting Tom!

What are your plans after Transkei? Marc Guttenstein and myself would be stoked if you came to stay in NZ for a while...

Happy new year,

R

swissnavy said...

This is quite the tale. Remind me to stay out of South African taverns at Christmas time.