Death is the only constant in Congo's camps
"My child got sick on a Tuesday and died on the Wednesday," she says, standing at the doorway of her banana leaf hut.
By the end of January, in less than a month, 10,000 people had arrived. Within days they had begun to die.
There is no respite from the equatorial sun and rains: both come on strong, fast and thick and break through the shoddy roofs of the huts. Disease spreads fast.
THE toll from Zimbabwe's
cholera epidemic will almost double in the next few months as up to 55,000 more people contract the
disease, the World
Health Organisation predicts. Last
weekend, the number of infections swept past 60,000, the worst case predicted by the UN in early December.
Furaha resorts to a parent's tale. She tells her children that the water she has been using to scrub them, in an attempt to prevent cholera, is magic water that will ward off death.
fever, then diarrhoea and vomiting