This is Baby Johnson, whose mother abandoned him at the hospital because she just couldn’t afford his medical fees. It cost less than £2 to get him seen to and treated though.

In order to really know what the charity is about, let me tell you its history and why I set it up.

So my name is Jeremy Ousey and I’m 18 years old. Between my two years of sixth form I decided to go out to Tanzania to do some medical volunteer work with Projects Abroad and I had what can only be described as a life-changing experience. Having done work-experience in UK hospitals to then work in a Tanzanian hospital was an unfathomable jump. I went from barely being allowed to speak to patients to being required to help deliver babies because the hospital wards were short of staff. But as eye opening as that was; what was truly amazing was the equipment, or lack there of, that they used. On a regular basis there were power cuts, which makes working in a hospital rather tricky-to the point where people were being stitched up by the light of a mobile phone. Nearly every day that I was working on the labour ward would start with me making a quick trip to the local pharmacy to buy 4 or 5 boxes of examination gloves as the labour ward had run out! And as I’m sure you can imagine, when the labour ward runs out of gloves: everything would grind to a halt.


If you look carefully you will notice that there are two patients lying head to toes in this bed.

Of course, not all my time was spent working in the labour ward. I tried to learn as much as I could about their style of medicine, and so whilst working in the medical wards (of which there are three, one for men, one for women and one for children (Unlike the multitude there are in hospitals in the UK) I got to see some truly incredible, in every sense of the word, conditions and methods of working. The thing which stands out as strangest was the fact that there could be two or even three patients to a single bed, just because of a lack of space. After that is probably the lack of equipment that the staff and hospital had to make do with; for example in each ward there was only one blood pressure machine and one stethoscope – two of the, arguably, most important items in a doctor’s arsenal, and yet the doctors had to wait and share these items of equipment between a ward of 20 beds…and possibly even more patients!



Despite, these shocking concepts, I loved the time I spent out there and grew to understand, respect and love the people and their culture and so I decided that I have to return there for part of my Gap Year (starting in March 2013), and as I’m doing that, I feel that I should try and give them something of my, and our, culture. But I can’t do that without your help. So please, if you can, give generously.