Rambling

You are a fly, buzzing carelessly through an open field. It is night, and the moist, tropic air feels good on your wings. You do not know it--flies don't know much, do they?--but 200 people are being killed in the field below you. They run, screaming, on fire, bleeding in the darkness. They are running away from something so terrible and frightening and horrible that your brain will never be able to fully comprehend it. Even if you weren't a fly, you could not stop this. No one can stop this.

Now, you are in a primary school. You are a 13 year old girl, and you are bleeding for the first time. In your village, this is the signal that it is time for you to leave school and become a stranger's wife.  Your parents will sell you off for a dowry, because they are poor. You are scared, and you are alone.

Now, you are in a medical clinic in a rural village. You are me. Can you imagine being me, and look out of my eye sockets? A circle of villagers completely surround you, studying you and your white mzungu skin inquisitively. There is a three year old girl with bloody lesions covering her arms who reaches out for you. You are untrained, have no supplies, and cannot help her.

What do you do this information? What can anyone possibly ever do?

Please, tell me what to do.