26 February 2013

Two More

Often times I wear humor as a mask.  Not only does it help to protect me, it shields others from realities they cannot face.  Tonight’s blog will be unmasked, fair warning.

After staff meeting today, Carla asked if I would accompany her to the children’s office to pick up two kids who were found abandoned in a forest about two hours from Kitale.  I agreed seeing as I have never been to the children’s office before and it’s always good to have company where multiple children are concerned.  On the drive to the office, Carla explained what she knew of the kids.  They were said to be twins, a boy and a girl, around 1 ½ years of age, and someone found them in a forest outside of a farm and took them to the children’s office in that area.  When the gentleman arrived with the kids, the first thing I noticed was the boy was much bigger and appeared older than the girl, and the red tint to their skin.  Later I asked Carla about their skin, and she said it is a sign of malnutrition, along with the girls reddish hair.  Carla asked the boy what his name was in Swahili, but he talked so quietly no one could understand.  Shortly after that started to get worked up and said he wanted mendazi (no idea on the spelling) which is a fried piece of bread, kind of like a donut.  We were lucky enough to find some food another kid had left behind, and the people in the children’s office gave to kids some chai to drink while the paperwork was being filled out.  When we had the paper stating the known information on the kids and that they were placed into In Step’s care, we put the girl in the car and tried to get her brother to climb in too.  He ran away from Carla—he had to be scared; how many white people has he seen in his life?  And then two of them are trying to take him away…  Carla said in Swahili that we were going to get food, and he got a big smile and let Carla pick him up and put him in the car. 

Due to some health concerns, we stopped by Dr. Shadrach’s clinic (where we take all of our sick kids), and asked him to examine them.  Besides being obviously malnourished, he prescribed de-worming medicine and antibiotics to follow, and also how to treat their feet that were riddled with jiggers (a parasitic bug).  He also estimated that they boy (who was able to tell us his name is Sammy) is about 4 years old, and the girl is about 2 years old.  So we took them home and explained what we knew about the kids and asked the aunties to bathe them.  After a good scrub, Carla and I treated their feet as the doctor recommended and fed them bananas to tide them over until dinner.  While we were working on their feet, Ray (one of the white full-time staff) was making the boy smile and laugh by playing with him.

My heart breaks for these kids.  It’s one thing to read about abandoned children, or even to see them at In Step where they run around happy most of the time, but to be a part of their story is something completely different.  As I said to Carla, I just can’t get over a parent abandoning their child after raising them for 2-4 years.  Deserting a child after birth because you know you can’t take care of them I can wrap my brain around, but bonding with a child and neglecting them and then discarding them in a forest is beyond my abilities to understand.  You could have taken them to child services or at least abandon them in town, but to leave them in the woods with dangerous animals is absolutely unacceptable!  No, I don’t understand the circumstances of the parents, but I saw those two precious kids today—the look of fear, rejection, and hopelessness in their eyes… I don’t have words…

What gives me hope is that these kids have been rescued from whatever situation they were in.  In Step will care for their physical, emotional, and spiritual needs.  They will be fed, clothed, and loved the way all of God’s kids should be.  They will have a future.  It will take some time to adjust to being enveloped by 119 other kids plus various staff, but I know they will be ok.  Praise God for In Step!

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