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In Africa, Anti-Malaria Mosquito Nets Go Unused by Recipients

Saturday, May 8th, 2010

by Sonia Shah
Originally published on May 2, 2010 for the
Los Angeles Times and cross posted here with permission from the author.

Last week, in honor of World Malaria Day, viewers of “American Idol” were urged to donate $10 for an insecticide-treated bed net to save an African child from malaria, the mosquito-transmitted scourge that infects about 300 million people every year, killing nearly 1 million.

The premise behind the idea of treated nets is simple. The netting prevents malarial mosquitoes from biting people while they’re asleep, and the insecticide kills and repels the insects. World health experts say that using the nets can reduce child mortality in malarial regions by 20 percent.

But even as donations roll in and millions of bed nets pile up in warehouses across Africa, aid agencies and nongovernmental organizations are quietly grappling with a problem: Data suggest that, at least in some places, nearly half of Africans who have access to the nets refuse to sleep under them.

Why that is gets to the heart of the trouble with our efforts to dislodge the diseases of the very poor. When scientists first developed the treated nets in the late 1990s, they were hailed by international donors and aid agencies as a magic bullet for malaria. Unlike nearly everything else that combats the disease, including better housing and drainage, anti-malarial drugs and insecticidal spray campaigns, the insecticide-doused nets are cheap and easy to use. Equally important, they require little infrastructure on the ground. A single volunteer on a motorcycle can distribute hundreds of nets a day, in even the most remote locales. There is no need for cold storage to keep drugs and vaccines refrigerated, nor for expert clinicians to oversee proper dosage.

To date, millions of dollars from international agencies, NGOs and USAID have been spent to get treated nets into the hands of impoverished, sub-Saharan Africans. The inter-agency Roll Back Malaria Partnership is calling for 730 million more.

But, as even the staunchest advocate will admit, the treated nets were not designed with the cultural preferences of the rural African villager in mind. Among other design flaws, their tight mesh blocks ventilation, a serious problem in the hot, humid places where malaria roosts. Minor discomfort might be tolerable in rural African communities desperate for anti-malarial prevention. But, as medical anthropologists have consistently found, because malaria is so common in much of sub-Saharan Africa, and because the overwhelming majority of cases go away on their own, most rural Africans consider malaria a minor ailment, the way that Westerners might think of the cold or flu. Many rural people also believe that malaria is caused not just by mosquitoes but also by other factors such as mangoes, or hard work.

As a result, while we see the treated nets as a lifesaving gift, they see them as a discomfort that provides only partial protection against a trivial illness. Is it any wonder that many use their nets to catch fish or as wedding veils or room dividers — all documented uses of insecticide-treated bed nets? If that sounds ungrateful, think about what would happen if public health officials, concerned about the 41,000 lives that Americans lose every year due to flu, blanketed the United States with anti-viral face masks to be worn during the winter flu season. Donning masks would be a simple, safe and effective measure that could save thousands of lives. But would people wear them?

At a recent meeting in Washington, a group of aid workers, social scientists and businesspeople active in various net programs met to consider the bed net dilemma. All agreed that thanks to the sheer scale of the current distribution effort, many nets will be hung over sleeping mats, even as others are hoarded, resold and diverted to other uses. As a result, many cases of malaria will be averted.

But then what? The nets don’t last forever. In three or fo

ur years, they will need to be replaced. If local people do not seek out new ones, whether from the local health clinic or the marketplace, today’s remarkable and historic net donation effort will have to begin anew, and be repeated, indefinitely.

Nobody in the room underestimated the dilemma, and their frustration was palpable. “You can see the train wreck coming,” one said dolefully.

This is not an insoluble problem. Some aid groups, aware of local ambivalence about the nets, have started education programs to support bed net distribution efforts, urging the rural poor to actually unwrap and sleep under the nets they’ve been given. It’s not an easy or cheap fix, of course. Such exertions take time and money — exactly what bed nets were suppos

ed to save.

Perhaps what we need is a whole new approach. Instead of masterminding solutions for distant problems and then handing them down from on high — as we do not just in our anti-malaria efforts but in a variety of aid programs aimed at extreme poverty — we should empower the poor to come up with their own solutions, and then help figure out how to implement them.

Such a process might not lead to grand, magic-bullet solutions. More likely, we’d get micro-solutions, variable from locale to locale, from village to village. But we’d be supporting self-reliance and building goodwill along the way. And we’d surely avoid the wastefulness — and really, the affront — of befuddling communities with “gifts” that many neither want nor use.

Sonia Shah is the author of “,” which will be published by Sarah Crichton Books/Farrar, Straus & Giroux in July. She wrote this for the Los Angeles Times (McClatchy-Tribune).

How Epic Change is Born

Tuesday, May 4th, 2010

When her younger brother Josh called her at work she told him she’d call him back, but she didn’t.

He died a few days later.

While helping to clean out his apartment, she found a thank-you card he would have sent to her had she bothered to call him back with her address.

He died seven years ago and, in his death, planted a seed of hope that would one day connect two distant continents.

She thought it was tragic the way he sought happiness from substance in a world so beautiful.

“If only you’d seen the Rocky Mountains!” she yelled at his ghost in anger.

She knew then, and still knows, that his drug overdose wasn’t her fault, but she will forever wonder if she could have made a difference.

Wen people ask Stacey Monk why she went to Africa, she says that she thinks she went for Josh, to see all that he hadn’t.

Months before her first trip to Tanzania, she lived in San Francisco and worked as a consultant.

Walking to her car after a live performance of the play Doubt, she came across a homeless man who looked to be in his 60s.

It was bitterly cold and he had no shoes.

Stacey later learned that his shoes were stolen while he slept at a shelter the previous night.

The man asked Stacey and her theater companion, Sanjay Patel, for help.

After overcoming their initial, natural, (and mutual) distrust, the man got in their car and while they drove, he told Stacey and Sanjay his story.

He’d been a bicycle courier for decades but had been replaced by someone faster and younger.

He looked for another job, but his age and lack of experience left him unemployed for months.

He lost his apartment and, rather than embarrass himself and burden his family, he chose to live on the streets.

“It’s not easy to apply for jobs when you have no clean clothes, no address for the application, no place to bathe. I don’t smell good,” he said.

Stacey left the man in the warm and running car while she bought him blankets, a fleece jacket, thick socks, slippers and anything she saw that looked warm.

Back in the car, she unpacked the bag and passed its contents to the homeless man.

He put everything on.

Then he started to cry.

And so did Stacey.

When she asked where he needed to go, he directed her to a shelter where he would sleep if he could get in.

She tried to give him money and her business card, but he refused.

“You’ve done too much already,” he said and disappeared around the corner.

Stacey drove one block, stopped the car, got out and walked back around the corner where she found him weeping on the ground.

He stood up, and this time he took her card though he has never called.

Stacey and Sanjay  stayed up all night thinking about how different the world would be if all giving were as intimate as their encounter with the homeless man.

They wondered whether the man hadn’t given them a gift in the telling of his life story.

Perhaps their gift of warm clothes wasn’t so much an act of charity as an attempt at fair compensation.

Stacey and Sanjay wondered if they could somehow help other people share their stories to those who might offer direct support.

A seed, planted by Stacey’s brother Josh, stirred from the numbing slumber of grief.

Stacey traveled to Tanzania, perhaps called by the spirit of her brother and all that he missed in his short life.

Somehow, Josh, the homeless man or some unnameable force led Stacy to Mama Lucy, a school teacher in rural Tanzania, battling obstacles of incredible poverty to educate the children of her community.

It was here that the seed finally pushed through the soil and Stacey founded Epic Change, an organization amplifying the individual voices of grassroots change makers and social entrepreneurs. Epic Change highlights the impact these remarkable individuals are achieving in order to raise funds that support their extraordinary efforts.

Stacey Monk is also the Founder of TweetsGiving, an online fundraising campaign that raises money to help Mama Lucy build and improve the school system in Tanzania.

In her own words,

There is no greater gratitude than that of hope restored when you’ve all but given up.

Hope is not idle faith, but hard work.

It is saving for months to scrape shillings together to buy a tiny piece of land.

It is building classrooms from hen houses.

Hope is not easy to create.

Hope is holding on fast when the whole wide world and every fiber of your weary being says to give up.

I’m not sure how in this whole, vast, beautiful universe, I found a hope like hers.

But I did. And I only wish she could know how grateful I am.

Stacey hopes that her work with Epic Change can pay some small tribute to both her brother’s memory as well as the way a story can inspire understanding, hope, action and real change.

Right now, Epic Change is planning a Mother’s Day surprise for Mama Lucy, an effort to help her achieve her dream to build a children’s home on the campus of the school she built with investments from Epic Change.

You can help change the world this Mother’s Day by honoring a mama you love and sharing how much your care on the site www.ToMamaWithLove.org.

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