treats from togo

On closer inspection of the art supplies, it turned out that there were actually two canvasses! And because recent observation of Tani and Gafar has shown an ever-increasing sibling-like rivalry, I figured it wasn't necessarily going to work out for them to work together.

So they each got to work, and the resulting products are wildly different.

Gafar is ten. He had a large tumour removed from the right side of his face. He's been with us for several weeks already while his little body struggles to heal. Up until a few days ago, he was quiet and withdrawn, a bandage covering his right eye and his left eye swollen almost shut. Just recently, he's come out of himself, running around the ward, pestering us to go up to Deck Seven and waiting expectantly for the next craft idea to come out of the charge nurse desk.

Gafar started his painting out very precisely. One by one, he painted the things he knew. A bike, a TV, a car and a boat in every colour. An orange and a soccer ball and a map of Togo, and then he got the idea to start mixing colours. In a few minutes he had painted over all the lovely colours with a dull faintly-purple grey. I think he may have redeemed himself a little by writing the name of each thing very carefully on the back of the canvas in his scraggly little handwriting.

Tani is nine and lives way up in the north of Togo. When she was five, she fell face first into a cooking fire, and lost her right eye and ear. Her face is masked in scars, her nose and top lip burned away and the fingers of her right hand mangled and missing. She's been on the wards for forty-five days now, and we've rebuilt her nose and upper lip. We've taught her to say I love you, and we've taught her to say I'm beautiful! She dances around the ward every day, shrieking about her love and her beauty and it is a deeper truth than any I've known. (Jenn explains it all so much better than I can.)

Tani's painting shows her personality more than anything I can imagine. It's a swirl of colours and shapes, all thrown together with absolute abandon. She attacked the paints like she attacks life; nothing held back, her scarred face pulled into the biggest grin I've ever seen. The result was something like a masterpiece.




I want two of you to have these paintings, painted with love (and, in Gafar's case, a lot of gray) on the Africa Mercy in Togo. Leave me a comment and tell me which one you want. Also, since I absolutely loved hearing about your dangerous streaks last time, I'd love to hear about your creativity this time. Tani's and Gafar's skills are fairly obvious, but what about yours?

I'll go first. I'm a writer. I love to take my experience and somehow distill it enough that it fits into black and white, tiny strokes that contain a life's worth of love. I'm also a photographer. They go together, to me. Capturing moments and setting them down to were I can go back and live them again later. Also, I like Tani's painting best. If I could win, I'd want to win that one.

How about you?

(Comments will be open through the end of the weekend; speak up!)