“Every morning I rise before dawn and go outside to brush my teeth. The bulky mango tree in the yard is as flat as a paper silhouette laid against the speckled sky. A choir of birds and insects fills the air with strange cries— tweedles and moans, gurgles and clicks. I hear the hollow, irregular thud of jerry cans as people head down the steep hill to the water pump and back again—a man with several strapped to his bicycle, a girl in her blue school uniform swaying back up the hill, a lemon-yellow one balanced on her smooth head. A little boy carrying a gallon of water in an old cooking-oil bottle walks a few feet, puts the bottle down, picks it up and walks a few more feet, then puts it down again. There is no sunrise, exactly; the sky is streaked with watery clouds, the valley misty and gray, and then everything lightens together as though the earth itself was beginning to shine. On the nearby highway, a pock- marked sign reads: Engeye Health Clinic.”

Article by Sallie Tisdale for Harper’s Magazine

ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA
ENGEYE - A CLINIC IN THE HEART OF RURAL AFRICA