The rhythm of HON settled into a new, sustainable beat. With the mobile clinic in tow, they were able to move beyond pure crisis intervention to a balance of treatment and proactive monitoring. They created a rotating cycle, visiting each quadrant of Makoko twice a week. The van was no longer a novelty; it was a solid, known presence.
But still, the workload was Herculean. The nucleus team—Reuben, Anna, Chiamaka, and Sister Agnes—was stretched to its limits. The System's new ORGANIZATIONAL MANAGEMENT CONSOLE was always there, a nagging reminder of their weakness. The membership number—6 (CORE)—flashed like a warning light. They were one patient of malaria, one mishap, from meltdown.
Reuben saw that they needed to expand. But local recruitment, as much as it developed capacity, could only
