Pibor... oofda.
In Minnesota, we have a unique expression. When something is a lot to handle, or challenging, or comical in its difficulty, a good Minnesotan will shrug their shoulders, shake their head, and in one big exhale say, “oofda.” In that one word, everyone understands the frustration, exhaustion, and even humor of the situation. In Pibor County, former Jonglei state in South Sudan, there is a similar habit of shaking one’s head, and simply saying, “Pi—bor” with a grin. In mid-August, Wori, Brian, and I were dropped by a small charter plan on the mud airstrip of Pibor (other team members would join later). August is well into the rainy season, and though the weather was dry when we landed, we knew not to expect it to stay that way for long. Unlike other locations I’ve worked in South Sudan, we would not have a car here. All of our movements would be walking, or perhaps hiring local canoes or boats. So when we were dropped by the charter with the first load of cargo to begin vaccin