Kenya: Health is like the sun
Laurie Kelley
August 7, 2016
Disease and disasters come and go like rain,but health is like the sun that illuminates the entire village. Kenyan proverb
I’m back in Africa where, contrary to popular
belief, it is not scorching hot but cool and pleasant, lush and green. It’s
winter here, and the mornings are moist and overcast, later clearing to blue
skies and mild temperatures. I’m in Kenya, in particular, visiting the children
and young men who participate in Save One Life, our child sponsorship program. We
work through our in-country program partner, The Jose Memorial Haemophilia
Society, established ten years ago by Maureen Miruka, mother of a child with
hemophilia. They’ve been fantastic to work with and this is my fourth or fifth
visit to Kenya, a country I’ve come to love. Over just two days we will visit
six families around the capital, Nairobi, and in Murang’a, a town about 90
minutes away from Nairobi.
belief, it is not scorching hot but cool and pleasant, lush and green. It’s
winter here, and the mornings are moist and overcast, later clearing to blue
skies and mild temperatures. I’m in Kenya, in particular, visiting the children
and young men who participate in Save One Life, our child sponsorship program. We
work through our in-country program partner, The Jose Memorial Haemophilia
Society, established ten years ago by Maureen Miruka, mother of a child with
hemophilia. They’ve been fantastic to work with and this is my fourth or fifth
visit to Kenya, a country I’ve come to love. Over just two days we will visit
six families around the capital, Nairobi, and in Murang’a, a town about 90
minutes away from Nairobi.
Our volunteer US team arrived with multiple heavy
bags, packed with gifts for the families (t-shirts, caps, toys, candy, school
supplies) and our hiking gear, for following this trip we will climb Mt.
Kilimanjaro as a fundraiser for Save One Life. In fact, as this is posted
automatically on Sunday, I have already started my climb by now!
bags, packed with gifts for the families (t-shirts, caps, toys, candy, school
supplies) and our hiking gear, for following this trip we will climb Mt.
Kilimanjaro as a fundraiser for Save One Life. In fact, as this is posted
automatically on Sunday, I have already started my climb by now!
After our first Kilimanjaro climb in 2011, we
raised $65,000 for Save One Life, for our Africa programs. Many people in our US
and global community asked if there would be another climb. Particularly, some
executives from industry wanted to climb, so we arranged a “CEO Challenge,” for
those captains of industry to not only climb, not only raise money for Save One
Life, but to experience a world vastly different from their own firsthand, at
ground zero. To experience, even for a day or two, the lives of the poor with
hemophilia in a developing country.
raised $65,000 for Save One Life, for our Africa programs. Many people in our US
and global community asked if there would be another climb. Particularly, some
executives from industry wanted to climb, so we arranged a “CEO Challenge,” for
those captains of industry to not only climb, not only raise money for Save One
Life, but to experience a world vastly different from their own firsthand, at
ground zero. To experience, even for a day or two, the lives of the poor with
hemophilia in a developing country.
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| Save One Life’s volunteer team with JMHS at Stanley’s home |
Our volunteers from the US are Eric Hill, vice
president and COO of Diplomat Specialty Infusion Group, formerly vice president
of BioRx, and his 15-year-old son Andrew. Eric serves on our board of directors
as treasurer and has been invaluable for his expertise and dedication. He
sponsors 31 children! Eric climbed with me in 2011 with his son Alex. Eric and
I know exactly what kind of suffering we are in for! We also have Rich Gaton,
co-founder and president of BDI Pharma, a specialty distributor that provide
hemophilia and other therapies since 1995. Rich’s company is a proud member of
Save One Life’s Dedication Circle, sponsoring 20 beneficiaries over the past
eight years. With Rich are his wife Wendy and two daughters, Taylor (20) and
Samantha (16).
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| Sarah Mumbi of the JMHS |
Also with us are Mike Adelman, vice president of
commercial operations for Aptevo Therapeutics, Inc., a new company spun out of
Emergent BioSolutions, manufacturers of the recombinant factor IX product
Ixinity. Joining us on the Kili climb is Jim Palmer, MD, a surgeon from
Philadelphia and friend of Mike’s, who is also
fundraising for us!
commercial operations for Aptevo Therapeutics, Inc., a new company spun out of
Emergent BioSolutions, manufacturers of the recombinant factor IX product
Ixinity. Joining us on the Kili climb is Jim Palmer, MD, a surgeon from
Philadelphia and friend of Mike’s, who is also
fundraising for us!
Our day Thursday started off with a hotel pickup
by Maureen Miruka, our long-time colleague, founder and president of the Jose
Memorial Haemophilia Society, dedicated in memory of a son she lost to
hemophilia. The JMHS is our program partner in Kenya, and through it we sponsor
47 children and adults with hemophilia, with two more registered and waiting to
be sponsored. With her were Sarah, the office administrator, a quiet and lovely
recent college graduate, with beautiful eyes and cascading braids. Maureen
whispered to me, “Sarah is a godsend. She is efficient, responsive and
intelligent. I want to keep her on!” And the charming, energetic and gregarious
Kehio Chege, father of a child with hemophilia, and board member of the JMHS.
by Maureen Miruka, our long-time colleague, founder and president of the Jose
Memorial Haemophilia Society, dedicated in memory of a son she lost to
hemophilia. The JMHS is our program partner in Kenya, and through it we sponsor
47 children and adults with hemophilia, with two more registered and waiting to
be sponsored. With her were Sarah, the office administrator, a quiet and lovely
recent college graduate, with beautiful eyes and cascading braids. Maureen
whispered to me, “Sarah is a godsend. She is efficient, responsive and
intelligent. I want to keep her on!” And the charming, energetic and gregarious
Kehio Chege, father of a child with hemophilia, and board member of the JMHS.
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| Maureen Miruka, president of JMHS, Jane Mugacha, pediatric nurse and Sarah Mumbi of JMHS |
We loaded up the two safari style vans with gift
bags, our cameras and water, greeted our “pilots” (drivers) with a quick jambo (hello), hopped in and drove off.
Navigating the Nairobi traffic, we had time to chat about our mission and
hemophilia in Kenya. Maureen provided background on herself to the group, how
she founded her society, and plans for the future.
At this time, Kenya does not provide factor for
its estimated 3,000 patients. Treatment is centralized at the Kenyatta
Hospital, the large public hospital in Nairobi. Project SHARE, operating from
my company, LA Kelley Communications, has provided factor for Kenya over the
past 15 years, as has the World Federation of Hemophilia. We continue to
provide factor to both the JMHS and the Kenyatta National Hospital. Of the estimated 3,000 with
hemophilia in this country of 44,000, only about 500 have been registered. Of
the 500, only about 150 are “regulars,” that is, we know who they are and where
they live. The others are what I call transient patients: they may have visited
the hospital once in their lifetimes, or have visited a few times, but not
regularly. In developing countries, people move about frequently, sometimes
living with relatives in different towns, villages or addresses in the cities,
as they struggle to make ends meet.
its estimated 3,000 patients. Treatment is centralized at the Kenyatta
Hospital, the large public hospital in Nairobi. Project SHARE, operating from
my company, LA Kelley Communications, has provided factor for Kenya over the
past 15 years, as has the World Federation of Hemophilia. We continue to
provide factor to both the JMHS and the Kenyatta National Hospital. Of the estimated 3,000 with
hemophilia in this country of 44,000, only about 500 have been registered. Of
the 500, only about 150 are “regulars,” that is, we know who they are and where
they live. The others are what I call transient patients: they may have visited
the hospital once in their lifetimes, or have visited a few times, but not
regularly. In developing countries, people move about frequently, sometimes
living with relatives in different towns, villages or addresses in the cities,
as they struggle to make ends meet.
And most of the hemophilia patients here are
poor. These are the ones enrolled in Save One Life, a few of which we would
visit today.
poor. These are the ones enrolled in Save One Life, a few of which we would
visit today.
We zoomed past roadside markets, bursting with
fresh fruits like papaya, watermelon and bananas, managed by women in colorful
clothing. City fell away to countryside in no time. The tall buildings and
billboards of Nairobi transformed into banana trees, tea plantations and
rolling hills. Kenya is beautiful, like so much of Africa. The climate and
topography, the images and animals all have captured the attention, dreams and
affections of visitors.
fresh fruits like papaya, watermelon and bananas, managed by women in colorful
clothing. City fell away to countryside in no time. The tall buildings and
billboards of Nairobi transformed into banana trees, tea plantations and
rolling hills. Kenya is beautiful, like so much of Africa. The climate and
topography, the images and animals all have captured the attention, dreams and
affections of visitors.
Our first stop after a 90-minute jaunt was the
Murang’a District Hospital, to meet with the hospital chief, tour the wards and
offer a gift of factor. Jane Mugacha, nurse and our main contact there, showed
us the pediatrics ward (“My home,” she said, holding her hand to her heart),
where a small refrigerator held a few vials of factor. “This is where the
patients come to get infused locally,” she shared. Murang’a is 90 minutes from
Nairobi and so it is far better to store factor here. This sounds
logical, but trust me, in developing countries most hospitals have no
factor except the main government ones in the capitals. Patients have to travel
hours, sometimes days, to get treatment for bleeds that by then have already
done their damage.
Murang’a District Hospital, to meet with the hospital chief, tour the wards and
offer a gift of factor. Jane Mugacha, nurse and our main contact there, showed
us the pediatrics ward (“My home,” she said, holding her hand to her heart),
where a small refrigerator held a few vials of factor. “This is where the
patients come to get infused locally,” she shared. Murang’a is 90 minutes from
Nairobi and so it is far better to store factor here. This sounds
logical, but trust me, in developing countries most hospitals have no
factor except the main government ones in the capitals. Patients have to travel
hours, sometimes days, to get treatment for bleeds that by then have already
done their damage.
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| Wendy Gaton with Stanley |
I’m sure Rich and Eric were shocked at how little
factor was stored, when back home, their inventories were chock full for the
insatiable American hemophilia market. We donated about 30,000 units, more than
tripling her current stores. Jane was ecstatic, effusive in her praise, for
just this small amount!
factor was stored, when back home, their inventories were chock full for the
insatiable American hemophilia market. We donated about 30,000 units, more than
tripling her current stores. Jane was ecstatic, effusive in her praise, for
just this small amount!
I pointed out to Wendy and her daughters the
“waiting room,” of the hospital: wooden benches outside under a steel-corrugated
roof, overlooking an unpaved, red dirt parking lot. And people wait and wait;
the hospital is always busy, always crowded.
“waiting room,” of the hospital: wooden benches outside under a steel-corrugated
roof, overlooking an unpaved, red dirt parking lot. And people wait and wait;
the hospital is always busy, always crowded.
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| Stanley’s farm |
We chatted outside, then said kwaheri, and left to see patients. About
15 minutes away we arrived at Stanley’s home. I last visited Stanley in 2011,
and he was in a new packed-mud home now, on his mother’s property. Stanley has
hemophilia, is rail thin, and rather somber at first. (This would all change
after an afternoon spent with Kehio and our guys.) We hiked down a dirt path
bordered with sprouting vegetation, leaving the drivers and our safari jeeps on
the road. Everything is red—the dirt, the mud structures— and green—the tall
grass, the banana plants, the papaya trees. Beyond the rusty colored home were home-made
wooden pens for farm animals: two mud-covered cows for milk, a few goats, and some
chickens. Stanley looked good since the last time I had seen him, walking, even
though his gait is a bit hobbled. This was my third visit to his home. Since
that time a new child had been born, a boy, who was now almost five. He stared
at our group with wide eyes.
15 minutes away we arrived at Stanley’s home. I last visited Stanley in 2011,
and he was in a new packed-mud home now, on his mother’s property. Stanley has
hemophilia, is rail thin, and rather somber at first. (This would all change
after an afternoon spent with Kehio and our guys.) We hiked down a dirt path
bordered with sprouting vegetation, leaving the drivers and our safari jeeps on
the road. Everything is red—the dirt, the mud structures— and green—the tall
grass, the banana plants, the papaya trees. Beyond the rusty colored home were home-made
wooden pens for farm animals: two mud-covered cows for milk, a few goats, and some
chickens. Stanley looked good since the last time I had seen him, walking, even
though his gait is a bit hobbled. This was my third visit to his home. Since
that time a new child had been born, a boy, who was now almost five. He stared
at our group with wide eyes.
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| Stanley |
Stanley is too old to be sponsored (and looks
even older than his years), but he was the recipient of a micro-enterprise
grant. Stanley shared how farming took a huge toll on his joints and caused
bleeds. He had to hoe, hack, pick and carry crops to be sold at the markets.
It’s backbreaking work for someone with hemophilia. Save One Life had given him
a grant to start a shoe vendor business, selling shoes at the market instead.
It didn’t work out as he had hoped, and with the money left he instead bought a
cow. He now sells milk daily to a local school. He earns only about $50 a
month. We visited the cows in their pen, and Maureen, who has a PhD in Agricultural Research and Development and also is Director of Agriculture and Markets for CARE USA,
questioned Stanley on the condition of the cows. Their hip bones and ribs jutted
from their paper-thin skin. Dried mud dotted the flanks of one cow, and her
hooves stood deep in feces. Behind her, bordering the woods, a mountain of
manure. All very unsanitary.
even older than his years), but he was the recipient of a micro-enterprise
grant. Stanley shared how farming took a huge toll on his joints and caused
bleeds. He had to hoe, hack, pick and carry crops to be sold at the markets.
It’s backbreaking work for someone with hemophilia. Save One Life had given him
a grant to start a shoe vendor business, selling shoes at the market instead.
It didn’t work out as he had hoped, and with the money left he instead bought a
cow. He now sells milk daily to a local school. He earns only about $50 a
month. We visited the cows in their pen, and Maureen, who has a PhD in Agricultural Research and Development and also is Director of Agriculture and Markets for CARE USA,
questioned Stanley on the condition of the cows. Their hip bones and ribs jutted
from their paper-thin skin. Dried mud dotted the flanks of one cow, and her
hooves stood deep in feces. Behind her, bordering the woods, a mountain of
manure. All very unsanitary.
Our main question that day: what do you need?Stanley didn’t hesitate: concrete, to build a safe and slanted platform for the
cow to stand, to separate her from the manure, and to make it easy to wash off
the manure and mud. Rich Gaton, ever the man of action, asked how much and
when? I love it! We could make an immediate and concrete difference, no pun
intended, in Stanley’s life today. It’s what Save One Life is all about.
Maureen and Stanley chatted about the logistics,
and Maureen promised to get back to us with an estimate for building a concrete
platform. Samantha and Taylor, cow lovers like me, wanted vitamins as well for
the cows. At the very least, a vet should look in on them.
and Maureen promised to get back to us with an estimate for building a concrete
platform. Samantha and Taylor, cow lovers like me, wanted vitamins as well for
the cows. At the very least, a vet should look in on them.
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| Derrick |
Our next visit was to see Derrick Chege, and
Stanley accompanied us. When Eric, Maureen and I last saw Derrick, he was two,
and had an enormous, disfiguring hematoma on his forehead. We thought it was
only a hematoma, but Maureen told us this day we were wrong; it was a
psuedotumor. Pseudotumors are not seen in the US for hemophilia. They are pulpy
masses of blood created from repeated, untreated bleeds into one area. Blood
vessels grow and entwine within this mass, making it almost impossible to
operate on without clotting factor. The patient could easily die. Derrick was
lucky; there was clotting factor available, and surgeons at Murang’a removed
the offending mass. Today, he wasn’t home at first, but his grandmother,
Virginia greeted us like we were family, and long lost relatives at that. I was
late joining the group as I ran back to get our bags of goodies from the car. When
I arrived, tripping down the dusty path and onto her farm, she saw me,
recognized me and despite her advanced years, crouched down like a tiger, arms
sprung open and flew at me. We embraced and squeezed each other tight. Then she
immediately launched into a lecture about my weight: why was I so skinny? “Like
you!” I replied. She grabbed me tighter and we laughed. Wow, she is strong!
Stanley accompanied us. When Eric, Maureen and I last saw Derrick, he was two,
and had an enormous, disfiguring hematoma on his forehead. We thought it was
only a hematoma, but Maureen told us this day we were wrong; it was a
psuedotumor. Pseudotumors are not seen in the US for hemophilia. They are pulpy
masses of blood created from repeated, untreated bleeds into one area. Blood
vessels grow and entwine within this mass, making it almost impossible to
operate on without clotting factor. The patient could easily die. Derrick was
lucky; there was clotting factor available, and surgeons at Murang’a removed
the offending mass. Today, he wasn’t home at first, but his grandmother,
Virginia greeted us like we were family, and long lost relatives at that. I was
late joining the group as I ran back to get our bags of goodies from the car. When
I arrived, tripping down the dusty path and onto her farm, she saw me,
recognized me and despite her advanced years, crouched down like a tiger, arms
sprung open and flew at me. We embraced and squeezed each other tight. Then she
immediately launched into a lecture about my weight: why was I so skinny? “Like
you!” I replied. She grabbed me tighter and we laughed. Wow, she is strong!
Our group looked about her small, contained farm,noting the healthy looking cow, goats and chickens, so different than
Stanley’s. We shared our gifts with the children there, including Tootsie Pops
and balloons. You cannot imagine the joy a simple balloon brings to children
who literally have no toys, not even a crayon. The bright blue and red balloons
contrasted with the earthy colors of the little farm and homestead. The
children chased the balloons and it gave our group a great way to interact with
them. All shyness vanishes when there is a balloon to toss around. I gave
Paris, Derrick’s five-year-old cousin, a teddy bear from my mother, and she
instinctively and promptly tied it to her back in the fashion of African women
who carry their babies on their backs.
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| Virginia and Susanne |
We ducked and went inside Virginia’s home.
Virginia chattered with animation in her delight to see us. She really is a
funny woman. She looked at Rich and Wendy’s two beautiful daughters with a
critical eye, and wanted to know immediately if they were married. They are
only 16 and 20! When she learned they were not, she said in Swahili, “You will
find a husband here!” and we all laughed.
Virginia chattered with animation in her delight to see us. She really is a
funny woman. She looked at Rich and Wendy’s two beautiful daughters with a
critical eye, and wanted to know immediately if they were married. They are
only 16 and 20! When she learned they were not, she said in Swahili, “You will
find a husband here!” and we all laughed.
Then she turned to Eric, and demanded, “Where is
your wife?” No boundaries with Virginia!
your wife?” No boundaries with Virginia!
Her granddaughter, also named Virginia, is a beautiful
Kenyan woman, quiet and demur, holding one-year-old Susanne on her hip. Derrick
then returned home from school, and shyly greeted us. For life on his simple
farm, seeing all these muzungus
(white people) was a surprise!
Kenyan woman, quiet and demur, holding one-year-old Susanne on her hip. Derrick
then returned home from school, and shyly greeted us. For life on his simple
farm, seeing all these muzungus
(white people) was a surprise!
Derrick had grown tall. And the only remembranceof his disfiguring pseudotumor was a small, orange scar on his forehead. His
joints were in good shape and he was happy. We shared more toys with him,
learned about school, and played outside a bit with him. All the while we
assessed the condition of the home, farm animals, children, and school
situation. Maureen was concerned about the apparent ring worm on Derrick’s head.
With many hugs and promises to return, we walked
back up to the dirt road, and to the safari jeeps. But Virginia’s mother wanted
to say a prayer for a safe journey, especially up Kilimanjaro. We all bowed her
head as she prayed in Swahili for our safety. Then the children besieged us for
more candy and balloons. I will always remember to travel with balloons from
now on. I forget how easy they are to transport, and how much children enjoy
them.
back up to the dirt road, and to the safari jeeps. But Virginia’s mother wanted
to say a prayer for a safe journey, especially up Kilimanjaro. We all bowed her
head as she prayed in Swahili for our safety. Then the children besieged us for
more candy and balloons. I will always remember to travel with balloons from
now on. I forget how easy they are to transport, and how much children enjoy
them.
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| Laurie Kelley and Peter |
On to the next home: Peter Muchoki. This was not
far down the road, and a new place for Peter, who moved into his uncle’s mud
home with his mother Jane and brother Zakayo. His story is poignant: impoverished, no father,
both brothers have hemophilia, and Zakayo suffers from what sounds
like bipolar disorder. The last time we were here, Maureen and I visited Zakayo in
Mathare, the psychiatric hospital in Nairobi. What a sad visit that was; the
wards are bare of anything warm or home-like. By 8 pm, all
the young men are drugged to be quiet and left to sleep on army cots with only a
thin blanket. Zakayo was left there because Jane couldn’t afford to pay his
bill. Without payment, patients are kept until it is paid, sometimes months. In
the meantime, the bill grows… it’s a vicious circle. We paid it and got him
home that night.
far down the road, and a new place for Peter, who moved into his uncle’s mud
home with his mother Jane and brother Zakayo. His story is poignant: impoverished, no father,
both brothers have hemophilia, and Zakayo suffers from what sounds
like bipolar disorder. The last time we were here, Maureen and I visited Zakayo in
Mathare, the psychiatric hospital in Nairobi. What a sad visit that was; the
wards are bare of anything warm or home-like. By 8 pm, all
the young men are drugged to be quiet and left to sleep on army cots with only a
thin blanket. Zakayo was left there because Jane couldn’t afford to pay his
bill. Without payment, patients are kept until it is paid, sometimes months. In
the meantime, the bill grows… it’s a vicious circle. We paid it and got him
home that night.
Pulling over on the dirt embankment, wedisembarked and saw Peter, tall and thin, not changed much since 5 years ago.
He has the sweetest face and disposition. We shuffled down a short hill to his
uncle’s home, where they all lived. Like most patients, they have a mud-packed
home, dirt floors, no windows, no inner lights, and a steel-corrugated roof. We
crammed in and chatted with the handsome, soft-spoken young man. Yes, he had
finished school, thanks to a scholarship from Save One Life. He is waiting now
for his grades, and will receive a certificate in electrical engineering. His
goal is to secure an “attachment” (internship) with a company and maybe get
hired. Then, if all goes well, open his own repair shop. These are practical
and doable goals and we were pleased to know he had a plan. His health has been
good, though he did miss time from school due to bleeds. He explained to our
group how painful the bleeds can be. “I did not sleep for two nights due to the
pain,” Peter recalled. “It was during exam time and so it was difficult to
focus on school.” As he spoke I could see sympathy register on Wendy’s face,
and those of her daughters.
We shared with Peter that we had some factor justfor him. We could store it at Murang’a Hospital and he could go there to get
it. He wondered if we could possibly get him a fridge, to store the factor at
home. Eventually he will learn to self-infuse. At first we declined; it’s not
his home and maybe they would be asked to leave? Perhaps the uncle wouldn’t
allow the fridge to go with them?
Rich was clearly frustrated with this answer and
wanted to do something now. I love
that attitude! We discussed the fridge with Maureen and Kehio, and they agreed at last. I turned to
the guys—Mike, Rich and Eric—and asked if they could change Peter’s life for
the better right now? Not a problem. Out came $200 and we gave it to Sarah. She
would return in a few days with the money, and shop with the family at the
market, to ensure the money is used for a fridge.
wanted to do something now. I love
that attitude! We discussed the fridge with Maureen and Kehio, and they agreed at last. I turned to
the guys—Mike, Rich and Eric—and asked if they could change Peter’s life for
the better right now? Not a problem. Out came $200 and we gave it to Sarah. She
would return in a few days with the money, and shop with the family at the
market, to ensure the money is used for a fridge.
Mission accomplished! Peter is doing well, will
now have factor in his home, an incredibly rare thing in Kenya. He’s our hope
for the future.
now have factor in his home, an incredibly rare thing in Kenya. He’s our hope
for the future.
No sooner were we in the safari jeeps, then
Zakayo appeared, on crutches. He looked preoccupied, as if in pain. I hopped
out of the jeep, gave him a hug, and asked if he remembered me. He did. Jane
started pulling up his pants leg to show me his wound, a deep gash in the shin,
bleeding through the bandages. Zakayo wanted money, to start a stand to sell
items, possibly fruit, but due to his condition, we didn’t think this was a
good idea. We’d rather support the mother or Peter, who in turn would support
him. He seemed crushed with this answer, and backed away. I wish we could help
each child, but sometimes we cannot.
Zakayo appeared, on crutches. He looked preoccupied, as if in pain. I hopped
out of the jeep, gave him a hug, and asked if he remembered me. He did. Jane
started pulling up his pants leg to show me his wound, a deep gash in the shin,
bleeding through the bandages. Zakayo wanted money, to start a stand to sell
items, possibly fruit, but due to his condition, we didn’t think this was a
good idea. We’d rather support the mother or Peter, who in turn would support
him. He seemed crushed with this answer, and backed away. I wish we could help
each child, but sometimes we cannot.
Still, it was a productive day with manymemories. To each family we pooled our money and gave a cash donation equal to
about half of all their monthly income, just to ease their burdens, which
are many. And each in turn gave us a gift: a huge stalk of bananas, or a bag of
maize, a hug. But the best gift of all was their permission, to allow us to help
them, to allow us to share their world, so different than our own.
Hopefully, we will share our futures with them
through this journey called life.
through this journey called life.
More stories next week, after our Kilimanjaro climb!
