Some well-meaning people or businesses in Europe decided they wanted to help the poor Sudanese Christians. So, asking no one, they shipped two tons of milk powder to the Episcopal Church in Sudan. I lived kitty-cornered to their headquarters and visited with the officials now and again. They were shocked and then horrified to learn of this gift of milk. The donors sent no money to pay for customs or the storage charges that increased daily. No resources had been made available to transport the milk to Khartoum and, once it arrived, where would they put it? How would they distribute it? The office staff comprised two men, one bicycle, and a dog.
In the end, they sold the milk powder in Port Sudan and used the proceeds to pay off the customs and storage. They brought a few bags to Khartoum to give to church families living in the compounds adjoining ours. We got a little, and I have to say, it was dreadful. First, it couldn’t be mixed with water, not even using a blender! I’ve never worked so hard at something so unproductive. Once it was sort of mixed, it tasted revolting. None of the church families wanted to use it, as the milk powder we bought in the market was of much higher quality. So, I fear much of the donated milk got tossed out.
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