Spaysosia

I woke up this morning to find myself with 2 slices of bread and no milk left. This meant I had to venture out into that great city of Kampala again, and lucky to me Pita just happened to be going today for buy groceries for Easter, Perfect! And what’s even better about this is Pita has her own car with her own driver… meaning no “border-border” or buses, YAY! This worked out perfect because Pita had quit a few things to get so I’m sure she appreciated the help. During our drive Pita and the driver Jimmy were talking about a baby Pita had received from the police a couple weeks back, this baby was about 6 weeks old, very malnourished and had to be fed almost every hour. Pita spent 5 days caring for this child and the baby actually pasted away, she was saying how hard it was because the parents who had given up the child just didn’t want it and really should have gone to jail for not caring for it. Than the topic came up of how Pita really need a while before the next baby came into her life, and jokingly said “we should stop talking about this or I’ll get a phone call from the Police station today”. Well at our last stop we did get a phone call from Peit saying the Police station called about a baby that needed to be picked up. Funny how God works. So we hurried with our shopping and headed to the Police station expecting an infant, that has been poorly cared for.
We get to the station and Pita reads over the Police report and finds out it’s a 4 years old girl who has been sexually abused by her step father, her mother neglected the fact and her daughter as well. The only reason why the police found out about the situation was because the neighbors became concerned of the child’s different behavior! So the police go over to the home and force the mother to get the child looked at by a doctor. The step father is HIV positive and if the child had seen a doctor in the 24 hours of this happening they would have been able to give her a drug to kill off any virus, but sine the mother neglected to take her daughter to the doctor she has now been tested for the virus and it was found. I guess they can’t really do anything for another 6 months to see if she really is HIV positive than they start her on medication. So please pray this young girl is HIV negative!!!
We sit in this small cement room “office” and wait for the police to fill out the rest of the papers and bring the child in with the mother. The mother is smaller than me and had no interest in her daughter. Of course the child is clinging to the only familiar face she knows but the woman just pushed her away like she was a bug. I wanted to cry for this young girl, how can a mother do this to her child!?
We signed the papers took some pictures and took the girl and left. Most of the way home she’s crying asking for mama, it was so heart breaking. And of course she doesn’t speak any English, so trying to comfort her is minimal. We get back to Noah’s Ark and introduce her to an Auntie that speaks Ugandian, she got all cleaned up and put into clean clothes and really started to look more relaxed. Every time she’d see me she would come running up to me and just cling onto me, I think because I was at the police station and a familiar face. She trusts no one, especially men, she’s very timed around them, I pray that she’ll eventually get over that.
Seeing this child and knowing her story makes me know why I’m here. To help the lost be found. I can’t wait to watch her gain trust with others in the next couple weeks, to learn English and to make friends; become a sister to Noah’s Ark.