Obstetric Fistula: Africa’s silent epidemic

While all women of reproductive age are vulnerable to suffer fistula, the underage girls who are victims of child marriages, female genital mutilation and teenage pregnancies are at highest risk.

Obstetric Fistula is a silent epidemic in Africa. It’s a hole in the birth canal caused by prolonged, obstructed labour due to lack of timely and adequate medical care. As a result of this, in most cases, the baby is stillborn or dies within the first week of life, and the woman suffers a devastating injury, which leaves her incontinent. While all women of reproductive age are vulnerable to suffer fistula, the underage girls who are victims of child marriages, female genital mutilation and teenage pregnancies are at highest risk.

It’s a deeply unpleasant condition, resulting in constant leakage of urine and feaces through the vagina. Naana Otoo-Oyortey from the diaspora charity FORWARD tells me: “It’s a health issue that’s exacerbated by social factors. Many of these girls will be excluded from community life and abandoned by their husbands and families, isolating them socially and economically.”.

Another diaspora charity, MIFUMI, sent me a number of case studies. Justus Osuku, a peasant from Gweri in Soroti district, married his wife when they were both 14, during the infamous Teso insurgency in the 1990s. They were living in the Internally Displaced Peoples Camps in Soroti when his wife developed the problem. He resisted the social pressure to send her away: “I loved her. I married her when she was normal. I did not see the reason to send her away at a time when she needed me most.”

He is unusual: the overwhelming majority of husbands send their wives away, citing reasons ranging from the unbearable smell to community stigma. FORWARD is conducting research in Sierra Leone to explore the impact on the lives of women and girls who are blighted by it. The research involves 45 women affected by fistula and their recommendations will inform policy and decision makers in Sierra Leone and beyond.

One of those women, Jamma, was 18 when she got pregnant. When the labour started, she went to the local health centre but the nurse was away so she had to wait for three days. She finally gave to a stillborn baby and developed fistula. She suffered from it for two years until her friend told her about the treatment in the town. Her friend paid for her transport but the journey was very difficult. Nobody wanted to sit with her because of the smell. She was abandoned, first by her husband and then her grandmother.

On 23 May this year the UN celebrated the first International Day to End Obstetric Fistula. There is a lack of evidence as to how many women worldwide are living with the condition, but they live mainly in Sub Saharan Africa and Asia, and number in the hundreds of thousands. In Uganda there are at least 200,000 such women and 1,900 new cases are reported annually, according the National Obstetric Fistula Strategy.

“It’s a poor person’s illness,” Evelyn Schiller of MIFUMI tells me. “The issue of transport in rural Africa makes it difficult - there are very few cars in these areas. Surgeries can be lacking basic equipment like surgical gloves, clamps and oxygen. It usually takes three or four surgeries to correct it because it’s a complex repair process. We need to improve health education and antenatal care, train doctors to repair them, and above all raise awareness.” 

Mother and son walk together near the Ethiopia-Somalia border. Photograph: Getty Images

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It's easy to see where Berlin is being rebuilt – just hit the streets

My week, from walking the streets of Berlin to class snobbery and the right kind of gentrification.

Brick by brick, block by block, the people are rebuilding the city once called Faust’s Metropolis. To see it clearly, put your boots on. One of the most bracing walks starts by the Gethsemane Church, which served as a haven for dissenters in the last days of the GDR and takes you down ­towards the Hackescher Markt.

Here, in what is still the eastern half of a divided city that wears its division more lightly, is a Berlin experience both old and new. In three decades of frequent visits, it has been fascinating to note how much this part of town has changed. Even a decade ago these streets were rundown. With crumbling buildings showing bulletholes, it wasn’t hard to imagine what the place looked like in 1945. Now there are lilacs, blues, and yellows. Cafés, bars and restaurants abound, serving the young professionals attracted to the city by cheap rents and a renewed sense of community.

 

Breaking the fourth wall

Looking north along Schliemannstraße, you’ll find a delightful vista of well-tended balconies. It’s a pleasant place to live, notwithstanding the gaggle of grotesques who gather round the corner in the square. On Kastanienallee, which forms the second leg of the walk, an old city feels young. It’s a kind of gentrification but the right kind. There’s more to eat, to drink, to buy, for all.

Berlin, where Bertolt Brecht staged his unwatchable plays, was supposed to have been transformed by a proletarian revolution. Instead, it has been restored to health by a very middle-class one. Germany has always had a well-educated middle class, and the nation’s restoration would have impossible without such people. The irony is delicious – not that irony buttered many parsnips for “dirty Bertie”.

 

The new snobbery

The British Museum’s survey of German history “Memories of a Nation” is being presented at the Martin-Gropius-Bau as “The British View”. Germans, natürlich, are curious to see how we observe them. But how do they see us?

A German friend recently in England  said that the images that struck him most forcibly were the tins of food and cheap booze people piled up in supermarkets, and the number of teenage girls pushing prams. Perhaps Neil MacGregor, the former director of the British Museum who will shortly take up a similar role here at the new Humboldt Forum, may turn his attention to a “German View” of the United Kingdom.

There’s no shortage of material. In Schlawinchen, a bar that typifies Kreuzberg’s hobohemia, a college-educated English girl was trying to explain northern England to an American she had just met. Speaking in an ugly modern Mancunian voice that can only be acquired through years of practice (sugar pronounced as “sug-oar”), she refer­red to Durham and York as “middle class, you know, posh”, because those cities had magnificent cathedrals.

When it comes to inverted snobbery, no nation can match us. To be middle class in Germany is an indication of civic value. In modern England, it can mark you as a leper.

 

Culture vultures

The Humboldt Forum, taking shape by the banks of the Spree, reconsecrates the former site of the GDR’s Palace of the Republic. When it opens in 2018 it will be a “living exhibition”, dedicated to all the cultures of the world. Alexander von Humboldt, the naturalist and explorer, was the brother of Wilhelm, the diplomat and philosopher, whose name lives on in the nearby university.

In Potsdamerplatz there are plans to build a modern art museum, crammed in between the Neue Nationalgalerie and the Philharmonie, home to the Berlin Philharmonic. Meanwhile, the overhaul of the Deutsche Staatsoper, where Daniel Barenboim is music director for life, is likely to be completed, fingers crossed, next autumn.

Culture everywhere! Or perhaps that should be Kultur, which has a slightly different meaning in Germany. They take these things more seriously, and there is no hint of bogus populism. In London, plans for a new concert hall have been shelved. Sir Peter Hall’s words remain true: “England is a philistine country that loves the arts.”

 

European neighbours

When Germans speak of freedom, wrote A J P Taylor, a historian who seems to have fallen from favour, they mean the freedom to be German. No longer. When modern Germans speak of freedom, they observe it through the filter of the European Union.

But nation states are shaped by different forces. “We are educated to be obedient,” a Berlin friend who spent a year at an English school once told me. “You are educated to be independent.” To turn around Taylor’s dictum: when the English speak of freedom,
they mean the freedom to be English.

No matter what you may have heard, the Germans have always admired our independence of spirit. We shall, however, always see “Europe” in different ways. Europe, good: we can all agree on that. The European Union, not so good. It doesn’t mean we have to fall out, and the Germans are good friends to have.

 

Hook, line and sinker

There are fine walks to be had in the west, too. In Charlottenburg, the Kensington of Berlin, the mood is gentler, yet you can still feel the city humming. Here, there are some classic places to eat and drink – the Literaturhauscafé for breakfast and, for dinner, Marjellchen, a treasure trove of east Prussian forest delights. Anything that can be shot and put in a pot!

For a real Berlin experience, though, head at nightfall for Zwiebelfisch, the great tavern on Savignyplatz, and watch the trains glide by on the other side of Kantstraße. Hartmut Volmerhaus, a most amusing host, has been the guvnor here for more than 30 years and there are no signs that his race is run. The “Fisch” at twilight: there’s nowhere better to feel the pulse of this remarkable city. 

This article first appeared in the 01 December 2016 issue of the New Statesman, Age of outrage