Posts Tagged ‘Dembi Dollo’

Silk Amazement

November 30, 2010

An unexpected delight of my time in Ethiopia was seeing silk produced. I visited Sabahar, a company in Addis Ababa, and saw the entire process from eggs to worms to cocoons to finished product. Sabahar exports very elegant scarves, pillowcases and table linens (, and can’t get enough silk. Dr. Larry Thomas  ( is working on an income-generation project for women’s groups in Dembi Dollo, teaching the women to grow silkworms and harvest the silk.

I guess cotton and wool are just as amazing in their own way, but I’m used to them. I’m used to the idea that we grow plants or raise fluffy grasseaters that produce useful fibers for clothing. Raising caterpillars for the same purpose is unfamiliar to me, so it strikes me all over again how bountiful and creative God’s world is—especially when human ingenuity gets involved.

Here are some pictures that show the process:

It starts here, with this beefy caterpillar.








They will eat through this entire basket of castor leaves in a couple of hours.







Then they spin their cocoons, in these neat little cubicles.








If they are allowed to hatch, they become these enormous moths.








Instead, the cocoons get spun into silk thread. These are women working on spinning wheels like your great great grandmother might have used. They are still going strong in Ethiopia.









Then the silk is dyed and woven on hand looms.








Producing this irresistible cloth. I came away with three scarves, a table runner and a bunch of placemats.


Mystery Disease

November 18, 2010

Her name is Dembi Fedasan. She is 35 years old. She got podo when she was 15. After that she couldn’t go to school—it was too far to walk on her painful feet, which grew swollen and enormous. Nobody would marry her. She couldn’t work. She had to hide from all social contact, because of the hideous smell and because many people think podo is the result of a curse. Her life was over.

Just three years ago Dembi learned that treatment was available. She lives too far from the clinic to afford regular bus fare, so she has moved into town and works as a maid. Already the simple treatments—foot baths, bleach, lotions, pressure bandages—have made a big difference. She hopes that she will be able someday to work in the fields and become, again, a functioning member of the human race.


I’ve thought long and hard about this: I’m not going to put up a picture of a foot with podoconiosis. Last night I showed my son Silas, 24, a photo, and he got up and moved away from me, fearing I would show him another one. (If you really want to see podo, try

Podo is gross. In the worst cases it looks distinctly as though someone’s foot is turning into a cauliflower. A rotting cauliflower. It’s hard to believe this can actually happen to feet. It happens to millions of feet.

I went to Ethiopia to learn about podo and the people who are working to combat it. It’s a disease few people, including tropical disease specialists, have ever heard of. Podo was only discovered in the 1970s—very late for a disease that severely afflicts millions of people—and the organizations I’ve found working on it didn’t get launched until the late 1990s.

Why so unknown? Probably because podo affects only the poorest of the poor. Somebody like you or me will never get it or know anybody who has it. That’s because you don’t get it if you wear shoes. It only affects people who live in high-altitude volcanic soils and work the soil barefoot. Podo is caused by silica in the soil penetrating the feet and scarring or clogging lymphatic vessels in the legs and feet. Severe itching and swelling are the initial symptoms; soon feet grow extremely painful and the victim can barely walk. Infections begin, and the smell is awful. People are stigmatized like lepers. They hide.

Truthfully, the extent of podo isn’t even known. Nobody has mapped its incidence. We know it affects people in at least ten African countries and in several other parts of the world. Experts estimate one million victims in Ethiopia alone. But the problem is so unrecognized, the local medical people frequently have no idea how to treat it. (It’s a form of elephantiasis, and doctors sometimes prescribe medicine that kills the worms that cause the more familiar form of elephantiasis. This does no good at all.)

I interviewed about 20 people with podoconiosis in Dembi Dollo, Ethiopia, where they are being treated at a clinic run by the Daughters of Charity, a Catholic order. Although the pain and the stigma these patients described were awful, what stood out most was the loss of the dignity of work. In a community that lives by subsistence farming, podo patients cannot contribute economically. It’s just too painful. Someone who can’t farm becomes a dead loss. Very often no one will marry them; they become dependent on family members who are already barely able to survive. They work as servants in the kitchen. Sometimes they literally starve to death.

The brighter side is how easily they can be helped. With very simple, hands-on treatments most cases can see symptoms greatly alleviated if people are reached early enough. And prevention is simple: shoes.

That’s not so simple. In these communities, shoes are a luxury. Getting enough food is the project of every day—not shoes. When do children ever get shoes?

What’s inspiring to me is the ad hoc coalition of people working to combat podoconiosis. Several Dutch and American doctors have happened on it and taken up the cause of raising money and helping to establish treatment plans. Catholic sisters embrace the hands-on care and careful follow-through that are needed. Medical researchers—including a whole new generation of Ethiopian students–are trying to get research dollars so that the disease can be better understood. Toms Shoes, a very hip social entrepreneur company, provides shoes for others to distribute.

If podo is to be eliminated, this ad hoc coalition won’t be enough. Professionals will need to supplement volunteers and make long-term strategic plans. But that comes only after, and if, people of good will and enormous optimism step in to do what they can. That’s happening. I’ll be writing about some of these people in an article for Christianity Today Magazine, which sent me to Ethiopia to get the story.