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Shalom Medical Clinic

Solomon Nyakuni Nurse

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Through partnership with Global Link Afrika, Shalom Namutere project received 2 interns, medical volunteers, Solomon Nyakuni deployed at Namashyolo Health Centre Bukhubalo, and Monica  Apodoi working with shalom Community (Tom fjermedal) Medical centre at Namutere.
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Monica Apodoi, Nurse
In August 2013 Shalom Namutere project received a gift of about 10,000,000/= which was used on among other things set up a community medical centre (Shalom Community (Tom Fjermedal) medical centre.




 The medical center was opened on the 15th of September 2013 and now employs 2 fultime Nurses and one parttime staff.
We are now open



Florence and Rose, the nursing assistant for the clinic


Tom's Mum at the Clinic







Tom Fjermedal Visits the clinic

Training sessions by Masiko Phiona


Book Keeping Exercice

Phiona Training the Nursing Assistants
the clinic is a big step of faith for the project for we hit 3 targets with the clinic.
1. the clinic provides medical care and services to the community members at an affordable price.(Health concern met)

2. the clinic provides employment for the nurses and other workers, hence serving as a source of income for the employees, (Economical concern met).

3. The clinic will in the long run provide some income to the project to help meet other needs of Shalom Namutere project, (sustainability concern met)

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