This week, I was able to visit a couple of health clinics around Kigali. It's a mixture of sadness at the level of healthcare available, yet I am in awe of what can be accomplished in the most basic of conditions.
The facilities are packed full of people starting in the early morning hours. They all wait patiently, moving from one holding area to the next.
In the back of the clinic, the monotony of the passing day gets on the nerves of the babies as they cry and squirm. They are here waiting for medicine to prevent the transmission of HIV from their mothers.