Monday, March 31, 2008

Monday 31th March 2008

Babies, babies, babies. This is so cool. A little baby boy was brought in today by the police. His name is Craig. I asked about another, cute-as-a-button little girl called Izzy. She was found in a plastic bag on the side of the road when she was 1 day old. Little David is another heart breaker. He has large burn marks all over the top of his head and he is a cuddle addict. As we mentioned, Kaz has been helping in the kitchen, washing dishes and preparing baby food for 75. Well, they give them fresh juice to drink and were making it by blending the carrots etc finely, and then trying to force it through a sieve with a spoon! Needless to say, not a great deal of juice came out, so a quick trip to the local kitchen appliance shop, and wallah! A new spoon and sieve! No, a flash juice extractor was accepted with glee and the juice was soon flowing like the Nile River (which, incidentally, has its source here in Uganda). For Kaz it was out of the kitchen and into the barber shop for most of today. In Africa, clippers are the order of the day, so she shaved her way through 63 little heads (for some reason they are letting Izzy and Seth’s hair grow into a nice big Afro and the premmies are also exempt). For those who are interested, they use the closest possible shave, practically bald. We also ducked off at lunch time with our new friends Matt & Tanya Cross for a quiche and to see the site they will hopefully buy for the proposed children’s hospital and prayed for its success.
Matt & Tanya with us at "Cafe Pap"


Gabi & David
Mahalia holding Kate


Sunday 30th March 2008
Gave ourselves a chill out day filled with maths. The kids are actually getting pretty good at it. Realised we could have been getting around for the past 4 days for ¼ the price in one of the guest house vans. Doh! This evening we went to see the Ndere dance troupe. 3 hours of traditional African dance set to the story of a King auditioning potential suitors for his daughter. A truly amazing evening of non-stop energetic jumping, wiggling and lots of shaking of tail feathers to the rhythmic sounds of African drums and traditional stringed instruments. PS We drove on the worst pot-holed road I have ever seen today. There were over 300 pot holes in a 100m stretch, each one between ½ m and 1m in diameter and up to 300mm deep. People drive on the dirt verge because it’s way smoother than the “sealed” road, and this is downtown Kampala! Pete.






Saturday 29th March 2008
Met up with faithful Bob our taxi man then it was off to baby land. The kids all seemed to slot in and head off to their respective rooms. We are always welcomed warmly as they are short of staff at the moment. I seem to find myself in the kitchen yet again, but I always manage to escape in the afternoon for some cuddles and feeding. Even though there are so many children here, the one-on-one contact is quite amazing, the children are very settled and content, they’re fed well, they’re always in clean outfits and they have their own cots with a soft toy in each one. Their nappies are constantly changed and they manage to get 12 babies asleep in one room, so the routine is amazing. It’s hard to believe the stories that brought them here when you see their smiley faces. Some have been orphaned because of AIDS, one was found at the rubbish dump in a plastic bag, a few were found at the bottom of pit toilets and the fire brigade had to be called in to rescue them. They still bear the scars on their little bodies where they were attacked by maggots. Some were dropped off at the police station, some at the hospital, 1 little girl was raped and spent her first few months in the office because she was so traumatised, she is doing really well now. One little girl called Gabi was all dressed up complete with little suit case filled with shoes and clean clothes and was left at a local super market, they have never found her mother. There is also a little man whose parents are now in jail and were involved in witchcraft who systematically tortured him with cigarette burns, knives and poured acid down his throat. They are looking at sending him off to Sydney this year for medical investigation and possibly operations because he’s 3 years old and is still on liquids. These graphic stories are hard to believe when you see their happy faces but I felt to tell their stories because it makes this work all the more amazing. We just met a couple the other day from Oz who are here to build Uganda’s first children’s hospital under the Watoto banner. We will be going with them tomorrow to pray over the land they hope to purchase. It’s so inspiring to be around such great vision. Then home for some study, showers, church and out for dinner. We had a great night. The company far made up for my dodgy curry. Love to you all Kaz xxx


Matthew

Elijah & Peter

Luke
Miles & Luke
Micah
KPC Church




1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi guys, just reading your latest blogs! What an amazing time you are having. Those babies are just gorgeous - I bet you feel like bringing (at least) one home!
Everytime I read your stories I feel so pleased that we have such awesome friends who inspire us.
Love you,
Jo x