I thank God every time I think about the roads in Congo. I have not been involved in an accident or have not witnessed (to my knowledge) a serious accident while in Congo. It is a constant fear! Even during the height of the civil war, I was more afraid of an accident that the armed groups at the various road blocks.
For obvious safety reasons, we had to walk across this bridge on the way to Bulape.
Meeting today at the UN General Assembly in New York, the world's governments have an opportunity to start the fightback against one of the world's most destructive, yet least reported, health emergencies: the epidemic of death and injury being played out on the world's roads.
The scale of the crisis is not appreciated. In the 10 seconds it has taken you to read this far, another two people have been killed or injured by traffic. Each year, more than 1.2m lives are lost. Over 50m people are injured, many of them suffering long-term trauma and disability. And the numbers are going up.
Every road death is a human tragedy that leaves grief, shock and anger in its wake. To these costs can be added wider impacts. Lost productivity that comes with traffic injuries costs developing countries 1-2 per cent of GDP. Health systems are placed under immense stress. And for the poor, a road injury is often a one-way trip into poverty.
Africa has some of the world's most dangerous roads. There are two deaths for every 10,000 cars in the US, compared to over 190 in Uganda and Ethiopia. Many victims are children and poor farmers in rural areas far from emergency services.
REFLECTIONS:
On March 8, I participated in a telephone conference with Bishop Desmond Tutu. It was amazing to hear his passion for the poor even from half way around the world.
BEFORE AND AFTER every trip to Bulape, the doctor or other host has stop the vehicle and said a prayer. The first time it happened, I was taken back a little. I had never seen anyone ever do that in states. But after my first trip to Bulape, I knew why. I could have gotten out and kissed the ground. WE MADE IT! However, I knew the return trip was going to be just as bad.
Today, the road ride is most dreaded part of the Congo trip for me. Now, I have come up with my own ritual. First, I eat lots of bread and not too much water or coffee for breakfast. I will accept being hungry and dehydrated for the day. Second, I get in the vehicle with the best or known driver. I will walk or commandeer the vehicle before I will let a couple of people I know drive. Lastly, I pack my painkillers in an easy to access place. Anything that is uncomfortable will hurt at the end of the trip.
The urban areas, town and cities, are equally as bad and dangerous. In the bush, I worry about hitting a woman or child walking along the road (more like a path). In the city, I worry about the same plus other cars.
I read somewhere that more missionaries and aid workers die from car accidents than by bullets, diseases, or animals. Therefore, the road is the toughest part of the job.
I will confess. I have wanted to quit or at least thought about quitting because of the roads.
PRAYER:
Dear God, THANK YOU for taking care of me and my companions on our trips to the Congo. Please have mercy on the missionaries and aid workers as they travel to bring relief to the poor. Father, please take care of and heal those injured. AMEN.