The Heart of the Matter is the Matter of the Heart

Over the weekend, I found myself reading through my old blog posts. I started from the beginning; reliving the rollercoaster of emotions that took place during my time in Africa. Remembering the fear, hope, anxiety, joy, and anger that consumer my life for 12 amazing months. The emotions consumed me and brought me back to the dusty roads of Masoyi, South Africa. I don’t fully understand why my current path has kept me from the continent I love so much over the past three and a half years. Though I still have hope and have never wavered in the knowledge that the relationships that were shaped during that time continue to live on.

As I was reading through my many posts, I had forgotten the sheer number of experiences that had taken place during my journey. I caught myself off guard reading through all of the stories, trials, and events took place in those 12 months; experiences that shook me to the core and experiences most people will never understand. With world AIDS day coming up on December 1^st, I thought I would share a few of my old blog’s from my time in Africa; beginning with an eventful week in May 2008.

Hello friends,

Last week had been a week that flew by and yet a week that was full of events you can't imagine. There are times when I will find myself thinking, “Well, there aren't too many more off the wall experiences for me to go through in this little part of rural South Africa.” Then, a week like last week comes along and shows me how naive I really am.

After receiving some sobering news on Monday morning, I headed off to K2, a care center, to see some of my students. After heading back to the car, I noticed a girl from a program I work with walking up with a friend. She was in obvious pain and was walking very slowly. I put my arm around her as she started to weep. I tried to rush through my mind what should be done. I drove her to the clinic and had a female friend meet me there to help with the situation. After some initial testing, the clinic said we should take her to the hospital. Now, I have been to clinics in different parts of South Africa and they are nothing to write home about. However, when we entered the emergency room at the government hospital in Nelspruit, the conditions were just crazy; people everywhere siting in chairs and lying on gurneys. Some of the people sitting in chairs had IV's in their arms with the bag of fluids balanced on their heads. After some time, a large number of people involved in a traffic accident arrived. I saw an ambulance chasing lawyer coming to see the people just as often as the doctors.

After some initial testing on the young girl, we waited for four hours with no results. As we waited I received a text message from a friend who said his wife saw me in the hospital. He was upstairs in ward ten and had been there all night. He had very serious kidney stones and was lying in a small bed with paint peeling off the walls and small bugs running along his face at night. After we visited him, I went down and waited for news on the girl in emergency. We had been told she had been admitted, however there was no bed available for her. She was told she would have to spend the night in the E.R. on a bed with no blanket or food. I had to drive to a friend’s house to get a blanket for her. After some time talking with the doctor’s with some other friends, they released her. After two days, she was still very sick and we took her back to the clinic. Diagnosis; Pregnant; grade 11, 18 years old, needs HIV test.

Later in the week I was driving with a couple of my female students. They were talking is SiSwati which I know bits and pieces of. Throughout their conversation I heard the name of another girl that I work with and the word "pregnant." Grade 10, 16 years old, needs HIV test.

Another one of our youth, who is HIV positive, was also found to be pregnant this week; 16 years old.

Three girls in one week found to be pregnant; all three I know. Two of the girls I know fairly well and work very closely with the other. It was a very tough few days.

On Friday, at a weekly meeting, I asked for prayers for the young girls in Masoyi and broke down. I would ask that you continue to pray for the young girls in Masoyi and the women on this continent.

As we drove back from the meeting, I noticed an old women and man walking down the road. The man could barely stand and the woman with him was struggling to keep him up. It was pension day in the community and it is required that this man be physically present to pick up his check. He lives a very long distance from the pension office. We stopped and drove them home. As we were driving, a woman I work with asked them some questions about their situation. The women explained that they were brother and sister and that she was helping her brother (who has some mental disabilities) get his check. The women explained that she was in her 50's and HIV positive. She was extremely disciplined with her treatment and looked healthy. She explained she was taking care of four of her grandchildren (all orphans); two of which were young mothers, and one was noticeably pregnant. After the week I had, I would usually have become so much more worn down and angry at the situation. However, something came over me and I felt a sense of hope. I felt our paths were supposed to cross that day.

The family can now be registered with Masoyi Home Based Care. Volunteers can start to care for these orphans and the young mother’s coordinator has said she will do an assessment of the young mom. It was the Good Samaritan right in front of me. We had the choice to pass or to stop. I realized if we are willing to take time, to show compassion, opportunity can begin to grow.

That night I spent the night in the community with one of my Students (you can see pic's from this stay on the right). We had great talks about his life; when his mother passed away, when his uncle was beaten and robbed, and how he had just met his 16 year old half-sister a month ago. I met his amazing grandmother, full sister, Aunt, and cousins who he lives with. They were so gracious and so welcoming. You could get a sense of their loneliness as they were so grateful to have a guest enter their home. We broke boundaries that night as his grandmother said (through translation) "thank you for not showing racism. I can see that you really love people."

Even with all of the difficult experiences, there are still amazing things being done here; we just have to be willing to open our eyes and be a part of it.