Siassi Island Diary (Part 2: Discussions of “sanguma”)

In 2017, James Flint, along with the Field Epidemiology Training Programme of Papua New Guinea (FETPNG) team (Dr. Mathias Bauri, Dr. Mary Kaevaore and Edwin Benny) and Provincial counterparts set out to a remote part of Papua New Guinea and conducted an outstanding outbreak investigation. The team was investigating an outbreak of febrile illness with reports of blood in urine & stool. Sadly, three children passed away from their illnesses. Two villages were visited and hundreds of households interviewed, cases were tested for dengue and malaria, blood was collected for further analysis and the community mobilized to reduce breeding grounds for mosquitoes. As they left PNG, Mosquitoes nets were in the process of being shipped out, most cases were negative for dengue and malaria by RDT, and the investigation was ongoing.

The following blog is a copy of James’s diary from his time in PNG. It’s the raw stuff, and recounts his thoughts during this trip in a 3-part series.

Read Part 1: Getting to Siassi Island (June 20 – 22, 2017)

PART 2: Discussions of “sanguma” (June 23)

Friday, June 23: It’s Friday morning and the rain was torrential all night. It’s still raining, but we’re preparing to visit the main village this morning. We’ve just had a team meeting and trained the local health workers on the survey we will be administering.

The walk was much further than I had anticipated. The roads were so muddy there was no way any vehicle was going to make it through today. Someone was kind enough to lend me some rubber boots; everyone else was walking barefoot through the mud. We walked along the beach for some time and then through the forest, past a logging camp and then along the very muddy and slippery track to the village. There were over 100 homes and an estimated 1,000 people in the village.

The first task was to have a community meeting. We met in the church which was in the centre of the village. It took a little while, but soon the village had assembled and we talked to them about our plan for the day. We answered a few questions and there was some discussion around sanguma (sorcery) Mathias masterly navigated the challenging questions and kept everyone calm. We divided into 4 teams, three going from house to house and one team stationed in the church to do medical reviews, including malaria and dengue testing. Anyone with recent or current fever were referred for testing. We detected a few positive malaria cases and a couple of dengue cases, but the vast majority of people with fever were negative for both malaria and dengue. The sibling of a boy that died had exactly the same symptoms, she still had a fever and was passing blood in her urine. She also tested negative for malaria and dengue. We’ve taken some blood specimens and hopefully the lab in Goroka will be able to identify what is causing these illnesses.

It’s fascinating observing village life. They are a tough people and I get the feeling that having malaria is no big deal, just part of life. I imagine very little has changed in hundreds, if not thousands, of years in this area. There’s one village store with a few modern items, mainly cheap Chinese imports. There is no electricity at all in this village, no running water and very little connection to the outside world. With no television, no radio, no computers and no smartphones, life is simple and there is ample time for people to sit and talk.

As I write, I observe a group of young men sitting at the back of the church. They are just talking and chewing betel nut. I wonder what they are talking about, this small group of guys who have spent their entire lives together. Kids play with each other, there are no toys, they just play. I watch a little boy, probably about 2 years old, walking along watching his shadow. It’s comical, he’s totally engrossed in this game he’s playing with himself. He walks and then quickly looks around to make sure his shadow is still there. One cheeky little kid walks past a few of his friends and gives them all a tug on the ear and runs off laughing. Even in this remote village so different from anything in the west, the characteristics of the kids are so recognizable. There are the shy ones, the loud ones, the bullies, the jokers, the daydreamers, the mischievous ones, the ones that cling to their moms and the ones that keep running away from their moms. They are so entertaining to watch.

The teams continue their rounds; the families are all together huddled in their home out of the rain. The homes are all on stilts and typically consist of two rooms with an outer veranda (where the kids sleep), all under a covering of metal sheeting or thatched roofing. Most have mosquito nets to sleep under. Cooking occurs outside on the ground under the covered area. There are no toilets, they just go in the grass or bush area. I’m not sure where they wash, but I’m guessing at a nearby river. There is a real contentment and an acceptance of the way things are. No one is trying to outdo anyone else, all the houses are pretty much the same; they are really a community in every sense of the word.

The teams finish their household surveys around 6pm. It was sad visiting the families who had lost their sons. When we arrived at one of the families, the husband and wife burst out crying. We just sat with them while they mourned; the salt of the earth. Mathias is an extremely gentle soul and was superb in handling the sensitive situation. They eventually opened up and were very happy to talk about their sons’ illness. The fresh grave was just a few meters from their home.

We were really hoping for a definitive diagnosis of malaria or dengue so we could put the sorcery concerns to rest and explaining the intricacy of vector borne disease. No such luck. The vast majority of cases are negative for both. The village suspicions remain. Nonetheless, we talk about mosquitoes and their ability to transmit disease; we leave some WHO posters and flyers.

It’s now dark. The villagers bring some dinner for the team before we depart. As the tide has come in we have to take another path over the mountain and back to the clinic. It’s pitch black. There is cloud cover and no lights other than two torches. The roads are muddy, very slippery and full of puddles. I’m very thankful for my rubber boots. As we descend to the bottom of a hill, a tree comes alive with fireflies. It’s absolutely spectacular, there are thousands of them and what is remarkable is that they are all pulsating in unison just like Christmas lights. Every second or so, they all light up at exactly the same time and the entire tree is lit up. Just beautiful. I’m kicking myself for not taking some video, but I was too exhausted to try and get out my camera in the darkness. We arrived back and washed the mud off ourselves. My one pair of pants are filthy, oh well.

Read Part 3: The wrap up (June 24+)

About the author:

With over two decades of experience in public health, James is a passionate and driven public health professional. He is currently the Infectious Disease Epidemiologist at the Hunter New England Local Health District in New Castle, Australia; the Founder and President of Agape in Action, an international charity operating out of Australia, Canada and the United States focusing on development activities in Kenya, Uganda, Mozambique, Tanzania, India, Sri Lanka, Pakistan and Vanuatu; and is also a consultant for supporting the World Health Organization (WHO) in the areas of communicable disease surveillance and response, post-disaster response (earthquake, hurricane, floods), program evaluation (expanded program on immunization, foodborne disease surveillance and response), IHR compliance, field epidemiology training and mentoring.

 

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2018-08-22T07:42:32+00:00August 15th, 2018|Career Path, Global Health, Inspiration|0 Comments
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