God, AIDS, Africa & HOPE

Reflections / Gedanken

13.09.2009 Cape Town…

Cape Town – what an old lady, and you know, a lady will be conquered at times. When I arrived in Cape Town the first time, the impressions were quite diverse: a city in South Africa, looking more European than African, a feel of Mediterranean Sea, a weather which can unleashes storms we have only heard of in Germany, friendly people of all colours and traditions, a landscape surrounding Cape Town which is simply out of this world and – stunning – Table Mountain.

A magic place,  not Africa, not South Africa – well, Cape Town, unique in many ways. After almost 13 years living in this marvellous city it is not only the mother city of South Africa, but also my mother city. It feels like I have been born here, I never had such a feeling of belonging and when I am on travel, i sometimes cannot wait until I see the shape of this magic mountain – then I forget for moments of the Capetonian way of working, which can drive me still nuts, I forget about crime and the lack of respect of life in many criminal cases.. I just want to be “home“.

Cape Town gave me a lot I had not bargained for.. a meaning in life, meaningful work, lots of fun and life happiness, encounter with great people, some great friends and tons of good experiences.

Still being on holidays I can feel this longing coming again.. the fresh breeze when leaving the airplane (after of course a while waiting for the being able to leave the plan ..eh.. they forgot that we arrive.. 🙂  – sorry ladies and gentlemen, the buses will be here soon… 🙂 )

To become a real Cape Townian there are at least two requirements: being able to say “shame” in a diversity which is unique in the world and to look as you can’t believe what you just heard… and obviously: always to be a bit late. And last not least to be convinced that when I close my eyes, nobody indeed can see me..

Cape Town, soon back again…

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11.07.2009 The main task of priesthood…

What is actually the main task of a priest? Prayer? Celebrating the Eucharist? Managing a parish? Running some institutions like kindergarten etc.? Being a representative of the institution “church”?

I guess as one goes along in his life as a priest, some focus points are shifting again and again. When you are a young priest, then obviously you tend to fall into activism and you feel, that you can change the church and the world for a better place. If you grower older in your profession, you realise how little you can do to save the world. And depending on the parish you are in, you are either a sort of managing director for your parish or, having several parishes, you are more in church celebrating mass, funerals and other occasions then being really with the people.

For me, after 23 years in priesthood, the answer is becoming more and more simple: My main task as a priest is to tell people that they are unconditionally loved by God. That there is nothing, no failure, no mistake, no action, which can a person seperate from God.  And to be able to tell people, there is indeed one condition for us as priests: that we have to experience this unconditional love for ourselves.  I guess here is where the struggle for many priests starts – to accept themselves as they are and with all their weaknesses and to know and to experience, that God’s unconditional love shines day and night on them. We can only hand on, what we have received ourselves..

This unconditional love to each and everybody, this statement, that nobody can fall out of the hand of God is in my opinion one of the biggest gifts we as Christians can give to the world. This is indeed the most powerful message, we have to offer.  Because this at the end makes life so precious and in need of absolute protection.

The question of course is, why also within the church our behaviour does not reflect this unconditional love. How unmerciful are we often dealing with people, falling “out of line” in our parishes, in our dioceses, within the church? How often are we not witness of our gospel but demonstrating the opposite and equalizing us in doing so with the world and its laws.

Being for so many years chaplain to an immigration chaplaincy means also to encounter many people, who have left the church out of such experience – and now, in a foreign country, suddenly get somehow in touch with me as a church representative again. It is sometimes painstaking to listen to their stories, to feel their anger, frustration and how they feel hurt in many ways.  I am sure in most instances, the priest, bishop or who ever it has been, had not intended to hurt or to be harsh, but time restrains, own frustration, the need of staying within the laws of the church and many other reasons  can be put on the table to somehow justify it. If it is justifiable in any way…

Taking the time for the person approaching us and seeing always the background of God’s love might prevent a lot of harm…

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09.07.2009 Holiday observation

It is for me again and again a well known phenomena: Short before leaving for holidays, I actually don’t want to go; there is so much still to do, so many things waiting for being accomplished – I find thousand reasons which would justify to postpone the holidays.
The first days are normally feel like the world would stand still.. suddenly quietness and somehow peace, no rushing, to time lines, no demands.. and I can feel that the body must adjust to the missing adrenalin of daily life and performance. It takes time to calm down and to be able to appreciate the free time, the people around you, the delightful food, and your own company. And at the end, it seems a good idea to stay a little bit longer … 🙂

But as much as I am a workaholic during my daily routine, as much I can be a lazy person during holiday time after the cooling down phase. I consider myself the most boring person during the lazy phase of my time out.
It is for me amazing to see and to experience these extreme habits, maybe the saying is right that you need balance in your life; and an extreme life needs extreme balance.

Last but not least is the holiday time ideal to reflect and to see your own life from a bit of a distance. It is sometimes amazing to recall so many things coming suddenly up again, still sleeping under the mountain of constant new experiences and challenges, which makes it almost impossible to deal with all in an appropriate way. There is sometimes too much to absorb, especially, when you are working in the fields and there is a constant demand, not of files waiting on your desk, but of real people and their needs, sorrows and worries, but also joy and happiness, they want to share.

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09.07.2009 I always have known how and who you are..

End of last year I became to realise that my time as a chaplain to the German speaking Catholic Community in Cape Town will come to an end. My immediate superior had left his post and now the rules had been changed within hours. In my discussion with one of my superiors discussing the matter, one of his sentences stroke me with full force and is still in my mind. Arguing, that he will do everything possible to terminate my contract, he reasoned his decision with the sentence: ” I always have known how and who you are…”.

Wow, I thought – this is hardcore stuff.. Even I discover every day new things in my life, and even those who I belive I know pretty well – they suprise me again and again.
Such a statement is the end of any communication – as it closes any possible way to learn something new about somebody. Such a statement is on the highest level of arrogance, as you must be like God to be so knowledgeable about another person. But I guess it judges more the person saying it in many ways.
I think being a human being and also being a Christian means always to have an open mind towards other people. It means to never put somebody in a box and then throw the key away for all times. Yes, we have our struggle with people, we fight with each other, we are of different opinion – and sometimes we even don’t speak to each other for a shorter or longer while.
But knowing ourselves and how we can change, and how we can be misinterpreted by others – we should be able to allow others also to grow and to develop.  Working in a parish or working with people living with the virus – without that basic rule of giving each other space to grow and to have the humility to accept this, the work would not be possible.

For me, this one sentence is accompanying me since the beginning of the year – and it made me reflect a lot of my perception of people. Time to throw all the boxes away which I have collected in my life to categorize other people. But I also feel sorry for those, who’s own perception has indeed become their very own self made reality.

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08.07.2009 How HOPE Cape Town was founded and what we do

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A brief history of HOPE Cape Town to put this part of my work in context..

I had worked for a medical project in the children’s hospital at Tygerberg as a member of the Rotary Club of Signal Hill / Cape Town since 1999. And because that was going well, I was asked half a year later whether we couldn’t become active also in the area of HIV/Aids. The statistics were indeed alarming: every third child admitted had the virus in its blood.
I met with Dr Monika Esser, chairperson of our parish council and a paediatrician at Tygerberg Hospital, to brainstorm ways to help the clinic. As a priest my initial idea was to draw from Church resources. The St Joseph’s Home for handicapped children, a foundation of German Pallottine Sisters, for example, had an entire ward vacant. Couldn’t we care for little patients from Tygerberg here, to ease the hospital’s load?
The first meetings with the sisters at St Joseph’s were very constructive; indeed, they were excited about the idea. Soon we initiated concrete plans, and the first donations came in, even though we were still in the preparatory phase. But not everybody was as pleased with our idea as the nuns were. We had failed to factor in that in all matters pertaining to St Joseph’s, its administrative board always had the final say.
The committee, under the chairmanship of the archbishop of Cape Town, invited us to present our proposal. Immediately the first concerns were raised. Wouldn’t it be better if all donations went directly to St Joseph’s Home, which could then allocate these internally according to present needs? A representative of Red Cross Children’s Hospital cautioned that one could not possibly mix handicapped children with HIV-positive kids. A horror scenario was conjured: bleeding children, infection risks, unthinkable! Finally we were also asked if we could guarantee funding for the coming years. In short, our evening with the committee was a fiasco – we had suffered a defeat at every level.
A couple of days later I received a letter. It pre-emptively warned us against using St Joseph’s name for any purpose whatsoever. I could not believe this brusque admonition. It is worth noting that some time later the provincial government put our plan into practice at St Joseph’s, step by step, guaranteeing funding for three years – with the approval of the same committee which had rejected our initiative.
So we had to go back to square one. How were we going to proceed? At some point we had the idea to attach the project directly to the hospital. We proposed to establish a ward for infective illnesses, which would in particular dedicate itself to the most critical problem, namely HIV/Aids. The negotiations with the hospitals administration went, against our expectations, effortlessly well. For the first time a non-governmental organisation was granted an office in a state hospital. We established the new section and called it Ithemba Ward – the ward of hope. It had 24 beds, and two doctors and 14 nurses took care of it in three shifts. On 29 October 2001 we had our big day: in the company of 150 invited guests we inaugurated the ward. That date serves as the official birthday of HOPE Cape Town.
Growing up is hard work, as we would learn. Although we had enough funding to employ a project coordinator and to equip the ward, the appointed nurses initially were less than welcoming. They were irritated with the constant stream of outsiders, feeling as though they were being constantly scrutinised. The word control freaks was used. Besides, suddenly English was being used in a hospital were Afrikaans was virtually the official language. And then there was that crazy German, the priest, who kept coming around. Another one of those Europeans who think they know everything better… It took a great deal of effort over the best part of a year to win the trust of the care personnel.
In the interim we had decided that every little patient should be accompanied by an adult relative, because many poor families simply cannot afford to finance daily visits to a distant hospital. We bought additional mattresses and organised food for the accompanying family members.
At first many of the children who were admitted into the ward died. The expensive anti-retroviral drugs, which might have alleviated their agony and extended their lives, were initially unaffordable and in any case unobtainable through the normal channels. So HOPE Cape Town started to use donations to buy these medicines, and not just for the children but also for their infected parents. It was intolerable that a child should survive only to be orphaned. We needed a lot of money for that, and so turned to Germany for funding. Dr Susanne Reuther, who works with us in South Africa, has done great things in that respect. At first the hospital administration was sceptical about our activities because there were some open questions: who would take the ethical responsibility for the ARV therapy? And from whom would the medication be bought? The administration decided: of course from the hospital’s pharmacy, and only privately and on invoice. On top of that, South Africa’s ministry of health still considered ARV therapy the devil’s work, and some self-appointed experts even suggested that drugs such as Nevirapine would poison patients. Of course the preparations had been clinical proven in meticulous trials and were sold and prescribed all over the world. But in South Africa they remained highly controversial, and the political decision to make them generally available took half an eternity. So it was left up to NGOs such as HOPE Cape Town to save at least a few people.
The astronomical prices of these medicines also drove home the meaning of “economic apartheid” which followed the demise of political and social apartheid. Those who are poor and black must die; those who are rich and white may live.
As soon as the medications issue was finally settled, we faced another calamity. During the first phase we could admit only the most critical cases into our treatment plan, meaning children whose only chance for survival was ARV therapy. We managed to save a lot of children, but not all. The reader can imagine the implication of having just sent an overseas donor family the name and a photo of their “godchild” and then, having just received their reply and perhaps a gift parcel for the child, needing to inform them that their charge had already died. It was a testing time of learning, praying and sometimes also cursing. The children were dying under our hands, and one could only watch with balled fists.
Soon we employed an extra doctor on a part-time basis to ease the burden on the specialists with experience in ARV therapy. It may seem incredible, but in a country with 2,000 new infections a day there are too few medical
practitioners who know their way around HIV and Aids treatment, and many want to have nothing to do with it.
The sick children were usually referred to us at Tygerberg from day clinics in the townships, and we visited these initial contact points to explore the possibility of closer cooperation. It was our vision to install additional health workers in these clinics to concentrate on HIV/Aids and tuberculosis. We wanted to recruit these new colleagues from the townships and train them. They were to further their training through on-going studies and a certified course at the University of South Africa, a long distance institution of learning.
At first we were laughed at. Inexperienced hands from the townships were supposed to work in the medical institutions of the state? How was that supposed to work? Besides, it was unprecedented. But our persistence, sometimes perhaps also pig-headedness, paid off. Ultimately it wasn’t that difficult to convince the nursing team at the day clinic in the township of Mfuleni that this could become the vanguard in a new strategy in the fight against the disease.
Constance Nobathembu Mayaba was HOPE Cape Town’s first health worker, employed by us in September 2002. Our initially derided plan turned out to be a success story: 23 health workers are now engaged within the framework of our project in township clinics. They have received practical training from a specialised doctor and develop their knowledge through long distance study. In addition we have employed an experienced nurse who encourages their studies and coordinates their deployments. Our health workers are now widely regarded as proven specialists in the subject of HIV/Aids, as even the provincial government has acknowledged.
But all care measures are like fighting windmills if one neglects prevention. For that reason HOPE Cape Town has always emphasised prevention work, and addressed all the attendant social issues, from the stigmatisation of victims to the culture of denial, the trivialisation of the problem. In that regard we have naturally been asked about our position on condoms, and to that question there can be no one-dimensional answer.
The founder of HOPE Cape Town might be a Catholic priest, but the groupings with which the project cooperates are multifaceted and diverse. There are parishes and school classes, business concerns and state institutions, young people and old. Once we conducted a sex education session with the mentally handicapped, many of whom had sexual experiences. I asked myself whether I could offer a valid perspective on self-protection to these human beings by expounding strictly on the teachings of the Church. What were they supposed to do with the Church’s recommendation of abstinence? In those situations I became increasingly aware of the dilemma our Church is facing.
Prevention became a key function for me, and so I had to cultivate the necessary knowledge in that field. Over the years I have become something of an amateur medic, and as such I started to think about the role of the sangomas. About 80% of all black South Africans will first consult a traditional healer; only if that healer cannot help will they visit a medical doctor. I wondered why these naturopaths were not included in the strategies to inhibit the spread of HIV/Aids. Surely it was possible to connect the two worlds – the modern and the handed-down disciplines of medicine.
And so our next initiative was born. A workshop was held in December 2003 at Tygerberg’s academic department, bringing together hundreds of sangomas and representatives from the medical field. They discussed what they did and didn’t have in common and how potential cooperation might serve the patient. I learnt a lot about sangomas that day. They spoke about their powerlessness when watching the sick die, and one could sense how much they wanted to be regarded as equal partners in the health sector.
At the same time the unusual workshop revealed how far notions about illness and healing could diverge. I used to ascribe the sangomas’ claims of being able to cure Aids to naiveté, ignorance or pure delusion of grandeur. Now, having learned more about their perceptions, I became a little more cautious in my judgment. In their conceptualisation, an illness, including HIV/Aids, is not merely a physical defect, but a spiritual sign from the ancestors, a warning, a call, an intervention. In that context, healing is achieved when the symptoms of that illness disappear, but the virus itself may not have been cured.
And so the first contact had succeeded, followed by three further meetings. The sangomas led us into a new world of ambulatory art with its manifold secrets of natural remedy and the use of muti, objects and spiritual powers. And they learnt about western science, virology, modern tests and therapies.
During these exchanges I became conscious of an unspoken cultural barrier. For the sangomas, mostly from the Xhosa ethnic group, our collaboration was restrained by a tradition according to which I was not considered a real man because I was not circumcised. “Just a minor blemish,” I thought. But it was more than that, as I noticed in connection with an invitation to a ritual feast: I wouldn’t have been a fully eligible participant. So I decided to have myself cut. In any case, it is more hygienic and one doesn’t really lose that much. An Italian surgeon performed the operation, and after a fortnight of walking bowlegged like John Wayne, I could take part in the ceremony. I was even presented with a cowtail fan as a symbolic acknowledgment of my newly attained authority.
Having obtained permission from the provincial government, we launched a pilot project in October 2005: nine sangomas and five of our health workers were to complete a six-week full-time training course with a view to working out a structured referral system between traditional healers and state clinics. A scientist from the University of Cape Town, who had written her doctoral thesis on African naturopathy and was herself, a white person, ordained a healer, was going to guide the project for two years. Funding for it was made available from the German Aids-Stiftung, Germany’s Round Table and the company MTU South Africa (Pty) Ltd. We owe these donors a massive vote of thanks, because without them the pilot project could never have been launched. If the project would succeed, it may become a model for southern Africa and beyond. Newspapers and TV have shown interest in our unusual initiative; even the BBC in London has reported about it. We are now (2008/2009) in Phase II of the project, working closely with 3 of the 9 sangomas. It has shown that only very intensive training and personal connection can foster a trusted relationship, where indeed refereals and cooperation between a sangoma and the primary heath care facility can happen.
HOPE Cape Town now has a staff of 27, and our organisation is known throughout the Western Cape province. Many people in South Africa and Germany are supporting us; we cooperate closely with the German embassy in Pretoria and the consulate in Cape Town, and receive regular visits from German politicians, MPs, business people and journalists. We have been able to introduce our project to a delegation from Germany’s parliamentary health committee, then-foreign minister Joschka Fischer dropped in, and in October 2007 we welcomed the German Chancellor Angela Merkel, accompanied by social development minister Heidemarie Wieczorek-Zeul, to HOPE Cape Town.
When the decade-old partnership between the Western Cape and the German state of Bavaria was extended to include the field of HIV/Aids, HOPE Cape Town contributed to the formulation of the cooperation agreement. Within the framework of that agreement we sit on the advisory committee to the provincial health ministry. It also enabled us to introduce joint initiatives with the medical faculty of the University of Stellenbosch. We are in the process to forge strong collaborations in the areas of research and tuition because the structures we have built in the townships can open doors for research.
A formal “memorandums of understanding” was signed with the University of Stellenbosch, Department for Health Sciences and HOPE Cape Town occupies now also two offices on the Tygerberg Campus. An elective student programme for foreign medical students together with the research unit “KidsCru” complements the cooperation.
But enough about us. I just wish to mention one more vision particularly close to HOPE Cape Town’s collective heart. South Africa’s health system is short of thousands of nurses, many of whom have been poached by other countries, especially England, to ease the nursing needs there. For qualified personnel such overseas offers are lucrative – they are paid poorly at home and can earn much more elsewhere. That brain drain continues unabated, and increasing numbers of qualified people are emigrating. So we are thinking about alternative ways of replacing them. We would like to set up a new course of study in South Africa’s health system: an officially recognised qualification as a health worker. This could kill two birds with one stone. Firstly it would create many study opportunities and much employment; secondly it would reduce shortages in nursing personnel. An official approval of our training is on its way as this chapter is written.
But that initiative should also follow a tried and tested path. We don’t want to create new structures from nothing, but optimise and link what already exists. And we aim to finance that with our donations, not with state grants, because one can very easily become dependent on the state’s drip. State grants don’t just cause addiction, but erode one’s independence.

In 2009 a memorandum of understanding was signed by HOPE Cape Town and the “Justice and Peace Commission” of the Archdiocese of Cape Town to cooperate in the fields of pastoral care for priests, religious and seminarians, who are themselves living with the virus. A new and challenging future lies ahead also in this field.

More info: http://www.hopecapetown.com

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