Medical Outreach From St. Thomas Clinic, Eleme District in Port Harcourt, Nigeria. In 2019, Kateri Medical Services began our partnership with St. Thomas Clinic in the Eleme district of Port Harcourt. Dr. Olaniyi Olaobaju and his wife Kehinde had already purchased the land and renovated the building.
In April 2020, we began a relationship with our newest partner clinic, The B.B. Ayam Memorial Clinic and Maternity. We have begun a partnership with the Anglican Diocese of Bari under the leadership of Bishop Idris Zubairu.
Early in 2020, we received a generous gift to build a small rural clinic. A few days later, we received a commitment from another donor to build another small rural clinic. We have several long- standing requests for clinics in poor rural dioceses.
“The Covid-19 pandemic rages on with cases rising astronomically daily. Precariously, Kaduna is bordered by 6 states, all of which have reported cases with the highest number of deaths. With community spread already reported, it is only a matter of time before cases come knocking at facilities in rural settings, our own not exempted”
Our 2020 support to St. Thomas Clinic in Eleme District of Port Harcourt is to purchase a van to facilitate mobile clinics to rural areas with no access to medical care and to fund the salary of one doctor to lead the outreach efforts.
In January of 2020, we received a generous donation to build a residence for the lead doctor at Graceland Hospital in Gusau. The hospital was completed in late 2018, but up until now, we have not had a residence for the lead doctor.
The Covid-19 crisis has affected all of our lives in many ways. And it has affected our work in Nigeria. As you probably know, the pandemic has now arrived in Nigeria and is taking off rapidly. The people our clinics serve – the urban and rural poor, living on less than $ 1.70 per day – are particularly vulnerable.
Written by Dr. Okeme Arome Romey
Raymond came to our clinic in Gidan Waya, barely able to breathe. He managed a smile. His feet up to the thighs were massively swollen. My fingers dug deep into them leaving behind their prints. His nostrils flared. When I listened to his heart it was wrapped in a blanket of murmurs. The lung fields, especially the lower parts, were like fine waves from the silent gushes of waters from the sea reaching for the shores in a cool calm thick night. He was drowning in his own fluid.