Saturday, April 12, 2014

entering into the mess and finding solutions {Ekubo Children's Home}

Pouring over paperwork for the newest children brought into Ekubo Children's Home. Such horrific circumstances. Such trauma that these children have to endure at an age where they know what is going on. They are quiet at first but when they know they are safe, they start to talk. I do not want to hear these stories. I want them all to be babies where I can only imagine. When they are older, they know. And they flat out tell the truth. Their stories are painful. They touch deep down in my heart and I have no immediate solutions without funding to act. Our newest little girl - my goodness. Her mother was chased away from their village after her grandson died in her care. It was such chaos for the mother that she left her children behind. Another organization got some of the children and we got the 4-year-old little girl. The file shows that her oldest daughter burned her house down. She must have been the mother of the baby who died. But she burned the house down with her siblings inside. Such rage. Such anger. And oftentimes, because the cause of death is unknown, they think Witchcraft was involved when the truth could be Malaria. Or pneumonia. Anything. So much confusion. It looks so simple from the outside but so complex when so many lives are affected and so many lies are believed. And our social workers are amazing at entering into the mess and finding solutions. But we need funds to continue. While we love and nurture these children as if they were our own, in the case of this little girl and her siblings, their mother is out there somewhere. I live this daily. I love these children but they don't belong with us. We are just a temporary safe haven. These children need to be in their families - wherever that might be. We have resettled 14 so far this year and if you would go go a step further and join us by becoming a monthly sponsor of the home, we can continue immediately. If you can't help monthly, how about a one-time gift? Something. Anything. Please.




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