I  can heard the  exreme  screams  through door and windows

 I came into this world roughly and ready year in 1967, from quartier 3rd Djibouti in colonial  era.  And I can tell you my childhood like so many others was not easy and it was a unique and so harder than this golden age in high tech world where ever you got  to can contact and  to present your problems easily instead it  was a pleak time and it was uncivilized time because the public health care didn't exist. Back then doctors, hospitals and medicines were for the privillage few because health  care  can  be harder to afford for the poor and those gain to accessiblity were the rich and  for the top in that era., for the mostly reason was there  were no sufficient doctors, nurses, dentist etc and general maternal health didn't exist at all,there was no service system keeps the nation safe and healthy.

During the colonial arena and the roughly  year in 1967 Djibitians were under pressure subjugates and daily reprisals from the french colonial forces Gendarmerie whom in  the middle  of the night cordon off the streets then came into house to house searching without warrant and beating, torture, killing and  wired  the tenants lived in those house because they were the citizens who were fighting as riots and against   colonial Gendarmerei forces to get independence and their freedom from the french colonial, therefore any attempts and used cards they tried the djiboutian citizens were stack against them and the  colonial reprisals worst and increased than it was.

My memory stretch back home almost 54 years in the year  1967  if  i refresh my memory I can hear the horrific  noisy of  aircraft bombardment which  one missile it launched targeted  to our house  and injured my beloved father and his blood floated  like   open facet and  that blood covered all over his body and stain all  over the wall  and the floor

I can hear the screams inside one of the rooms of the house  we lived through  my  Cot and that cry gets louder and louder  and when I turned onwards   I got as gesture that cry is coming out  through  my mother,s mouth and i can tell the pale of her face  and the tears that  is dripping  or melting down from her checks which was the sighn indicated  for grievance  of lost  either bereaved   because she thought that my father  would passed away soon for the cause of his serious wounds and she was mourned some somali horrific words like Hoogay!Hoogey!.

As she cried her hands and fists did not stop to work for the bad  injuries and severe wounds that  aircraft weapon machinary pieces it launched to my father. My mother succeeded and saved  the life of my father , though my mother was not a qaulified nurse anyway that day all she has done well training and performed doctor,s professional good job  becaise somali proverb says( Daad  hort-iibaa  layska moosaa) the meanig of that somali saying  (Prevention is better than cure).

It  was a trauma  scenario like  Doctor in the  emergency appraoch who  is working on  a patient whose bleedings  needs to  a long battle and also  in comma, sedating, amd has high blood pressure, heart failure, therefore when you re a doctor then you re in the sitaution room and you dealing with  this patient,s emergency caring treatment there re a few question to be answer as puzzle package.

If you have a patient and you re the Doctor at the Emergency approaching Caring Unit and that patient has many scenarios with critical sitautions as I mentioned above for instance  as bleedings needs a long battle to prevent  the wounds to  getting worsen and also that patient is in comma from his/her sufferings, has sedating , has a bad case of cold , high blood pressure ,heart failure  , diabete symptoms  and so on therefore  with that in mind how the contents I gave you impact to  understand how the complexity  and complicated job It is for the Doctor working on these cases, Is it  trauma Emergency Unit Care team looks like soldiers in battle combat with the opposit enemy used  a very sophiscated weaponry which limited   thier ressistance and  every card with military tact they used stack against them but their bravery is indegfatigable.!  Here are the package of the puzzle questions to be  answers!:-

1- as I mentioned above for the serious wounds this patient has and so many differences illnesses  he/she suffers  which to explicit in the content and you re the only Doctor in the traume centre approach except the assistence team like nurses, therefore  you processing doctor at trauma centre and this patient brought to  the centre and he/she has got a pocket full of money  and may be some expensive smartphone  or what else and that  patient brought in and you the doctor  see somebody put in his hand in  that pocket getting the wallet or the expensive smartphone of that patient  another words stealing what is thiers   at then  do you worry about that or do  you want to  stop the blood  or do you want to pump the heart  or do you want to address  the issue of his illnesses because some are more urgent than the others,?

I am not a doctor  neither  medical skilled person nor  biochemistry engneering  but  I am just obviously  explain the truama centre appraoch or to explicit further inputs . I  would like dear readers to understand how dire complexity  sitaution was  that mornig on march 23rd in 1967 surrounding to my mother and many others  who were suffered from those  bombardments in that colonial era .

when our house was hit the bombardment grenades that aircraft to targeted  into the area of  innocent civillian  unarmed with any  kind of weapons  and that was a real deliberate attack because  the reason for just  french colonial army targeted the  fragile shack buildings for  those  defendless  civillian  were lived  the only purpose or the reason for thier killings was just unauthentic  accusations  telling that these civillians were dissented the french colonial adminstration and asked to be free people from colonial hands to theirs as to become independ nation who can run their  internal or external affairs to their country.

. My mother that morning was the worst days she can remember  since the days she was lived and that day she worked indegfatigable to the wounds of my father, her greivance and the sober did not  prevent her to stop the blood draining from my father,s body and put bandages to the severe  injuries and she was  not busy with minor things because   we had no medical facilitation- first aid in our  store home even we can not getting simple bandges to dressing the wounds instead my mother used all the clothes that we had in our home, she cut  into pieces even the curtains of our house,sheet beds, pillows beddings and she  put and   rounded the serious injuries to my beloved father and also she used  as bleeding stop injection some traditional remedy mixed with boiled pure and clean flour that we had in our home store that left over what little food we  had and  then that day my mother worked hard and she saved the life of my dear father and Iam asking my Allah to mercy my dear mother and father both, she has done a good professional skilled job and which without her help  would put to my father's life into risk and unpredictable consequence.

In that morning all the urban crowded streets which used to be days ago full of people were empty and  blasted a black smoke in everywhere, And I can smell the bombardment and foot soldiers raided into defensiveless civillian homes  and none was safe from those raiders  in that morning untill the middle of the night, injuries,death,looted properties, turtured and many other abuses which i can not conclude  in this piecies of memior and the many other extreme with appallng events took place in that gone era, If I close my eyes and  reverse  the haunts in those incidents I can tell the horrific and terrible screams coming out  through  the shattered windows and doors to our neighbourhoods, if I open my eyes as a little bit wide I can see the faces of the suffering poor and feeble people whom re the uniform soldiers take out by force from their homes and they putted as a line queued and if you tracked with your eyes that queued lined people from the start you can not see the ends and  you can smell the aossis  in the dust poverty streets in every small avenues in the french  colonial  the  coast of somali particularly DJibouti the mostly poverty seven counties like quartiee one up  to quartier seven except some  minorities counties which were the supportes of the colonizers or sympathizers.

Author : Khadar Jaambiir Cige