Posted on 01/03/2004 9:34:25 AM PST by Sweet_Sunflower29
They were just trying to save his hair.
But what started as a desire to preserve Koran Akindele Jenkin's dreadlocks, grown during his 13-year life, ended in tragedy and changed the Berkeley boy's world forever.
Koran had picked up head lice in his thick, black shoulder-length dreads during a backyard campout with a group of friends. The eighth grader had never in his life had a haircut. He loved his hair. His mother loved his hair. Koran, a member of a hip-hop group, needed the hair to complete his look.
But as the critters hopped around in Koran's locks, mother and son became increasingly repulsed and headed for the boy's pediatrician. The doctor was out.
They drove to Alta Bates hospital, where medical staff covered Koran's head with a surgical cap and instantly diagnosed him with head lice, his mother said.
Medical staff talked of a prescription medicine, but because there are dangers, it was not prescribed. Then the conversation turned to how gasoline and kerosene are used to clean the hair and kill head lice in some cultures where dreads are more common, his mother, Ayodele Nzinga, said.
In the end, medical staff told Koran to get a haircut so over-the-counter treatments could readily attack the lice.
"We discussed cutting his hair," said Nzinga. "He was in tears, I was in tears. We didn't want to cut his hair. So we remembered that we had some gas in the car (trunk) for emergencies. We figured we would clean (the hair) with gas and then use the medication."
That was Sept. 18. At home in Berkeley, mother and son headed to the kitchen with the gas. Bent over the sink, Nzinga covered her son's eyes and face with a towel and soaked the hair in gas. It's a compact kitchen and the sink and the gas stove are tucked in the small space.
Nzinga said nothing was on in the kitchen, but somehow the pilot light on the stove flared, sending enough of a spark to set Koran's head ablaze.
"One minute I was twisting the gasoline out of his locks and the next minute my baby was on fire," said Nzinga, a single mother who has seven children ages 12 to 26.
Nzinga said she couldn't move quick enough. "If I could have remembered what to do quicker maybe he wouldn't have been burned so bad," she said, tears streaming down her face.
Water wasn't working to douse the flames so Nzinga grabbed a towel that was on the nearby washing machine and wrapped his head in it. "I brought him to my (chest) and smothered the fire out," she said.
From that moment forward Koran's life was forever altered, family and friends said. He was burned over 23 percent of his body and spent two weeks at Doctor's Hospital in Pinole and two months at Shriner's Hospital For Children in Sacramento. He underwent eight surgeries, including many skin grafts.
His right hand, which sustained fourth-degree burns, was so badly damaged doctors had to amputate all his fingers.
Nzinga, with third-degree burns to her left hand and second-degree burns to her right hand, was also admitted to Doctor's Hospital, she said. Her hand is still badly discolored and she has some pain.
Looking back, Nzinga said her boy was amazingly strong from the minute the accident happened.
"He said, 'We are going to be OK, Mama,'" she recalled. "I think he was possibly in shock too, but there are two ways to deal with extreme trauma -- fight or flight. You can either stay coherent and fight on your own behalf or you can become hysterical."
The past three months have undoubtedly been the most difficult in Koran's short life, his mother and brother said. The home-schooled teenager went from a star on the basketball court who had interests in photography, drama, poetry and hip-hop music to a boy who sometimes needs his younger brother's help to get dressed.
"He's just angry right now because some of the stuff he could do before he can't do anymore," said brother Stanley Hunt, 12.
Adds Koran: "I was very good at basketball. ... I'm not sure I'll be able to play basketball again."
Still, Nzinga said doctors are pleased with his progress.
"They said he's doing amazingly well ... he's going to have to have a lot more surgery," she said.
His care is time consuming and has often kept Nzinga from her job as an artist-in-residence at the Prescott Joseph Center for Community Enhancement in West Oakland.
In addition to his medications and the twice-daily dressing changes, Koran must wear a plastic face mask for protection and pressure garments for healing. He is required to go to Shriners once a month and visits his own pediatrician at least twice a month.
Nzinga, a community activist, artist and poet, has been working toward a doctorate degree in transformative education and change to better her life. She said she is doing her best to make ends meet, but sometimes it's tough.
Thanks to contacts with Camp Winnarainbow, Wavy Gravy's Berkeley-based performance arts camp, friends will hold a benefit Sunday night to raise money for the family. Koran has attended the camp since he was 7.
The benefit begins at 7:30 p.m. at Ashkenaz, 1317 San Pablo Ave., Berkeley. Organizers are asking for a $10 to $20 donation to see many performers. On stage will be Wavy Gravy, the Original Action Pack improv comedy troupe; Rashidi Omari of Company of Prophets; Silver; Rudi Mwongozi: the Sounds of New Afrika; B.U.D. Hi Beats; M.A.C. with Commander Rude Dog; Wadi God; JT the Bigga Figga; Human Earthquake Marvin X; Citizen Payne; Congo Square 2 Drum Circle; Paradise; Gabriella; Mechell La Chaux; the Blue Jazz Diva, Wordslanger; Kemrex on the turntables and others.
"I've never done something like this before," said organizer Zappo Dickinson, who stayed at Koran's bedside when Nzinga couldn't be there. "I'm just hoping for it to be successful and a fun-filled night."
Nzinga is nearly speechless when she counts the people who have come to her aid.
"When as many people come to your rescue as came to mine, you know someone is listening," she said.
But she said she is also grateful for the lessons that she and Koran have learned through the tragedy.
"We learned not to use (gasoline) in a closed space," she said. "And we truly know the essence of an accident. It's something you didn't think out because if you did, you wouldn't have done it."
Maybe most importantly, she and Koran have learned acceptance, she said.
"We have learned the ability to accept what the universe gives you and to fight really hard for that to be enough."
Mission accomplished.
I suppose the performers will be required to check their weapons at the door. Will the guests have to also?
Not to mention the audience at the Wavy Gravy.
Come to think of it...they must be VERY special subspecies of lice that need an unwashed - uncut dreadlocks environment to exist.
Gee, being a litigious idiot is easy. It didn't take me any time at all to come up with that one.
Until she decides to go for something that pays better than a doctoral degree in "transformative education and change", she's not doing her best.
Gawd, I feel awful for this kid, going through all the pain and an amputation for NOTHING. It was up to Mom to convince the teenager that cutting his hair was the only way to go, and instead they're both in tears about the effect on his appearance, about a stupid *haircut* for crying out loud!-- and to keep it from ruining the kid's hip-hop career (?), she decides to bring the gasoline inside the house instead of keeping it outside. And into the kitchen instead of the bathroom.
And to her, that's the definition of "accident".
This is a PhD candidate.
2nd degree - blister
3rd degree - scorched
4th degree - dead lice
What the heck is that?!? Sounds like a way to fleece taxpayers even more...
Is it anything like beast enhancement?
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