The Worminator

It’s Combantrin o’clock, and all is well. Except for the guy near us today who was shot and killed. I asked how long it would take for the police to respond. Our host, Mark, laughed. “They won’t,” he said. Man is killed. Police won’t come. End of story. Put the kettle on. Strange days.

The Worminator is coming…

Hiked (waded) out through the swampy passageways across slippery rubble and rocks through to a little shelter in the middle of humidity. A concrete slab the size of a bedroom, with a roof. A lot of hanging around.

Word is out… Combantrin in the house…

Kids turned up, and we handed out Combantrin.  The first hand out of many over the next days and weeks.

“Grasshopper, snatch the Combantrin from my hand…”

Roundworms are common in Baseco. Nasty little buggers like strands of spaghetti that fill up kid’s intestines and cause malnutrition.

Combantrin queue

Combantrin is made out of chocolate and the kids love it. Kills em dead in their tracks.

Front of the queue

Combantrin: Down the hatch.

Post-Combantrin euphoria

Thanks to everyone who contributed to our little “Combantrin fund”, chucking in money to allow us to buy hundreds of boxes of the stuff. We used a few today. More to come. So exciting to see something so simple be so appreciated by mums and kids. It makes a real and immediate difference. I know sometimes you put money in to something and never get to see the end result. Today, that was our privilege.