Death Sentence Before Birth

People of Malawi, Malawi Healthcare, Nation of Malawi, Medical, Be The Change, About Malawi
Without Our Help They Will Die
By Smith Chibaka, Sacred Promise Healthcare
        One of the astonishing events in Moses’ life was that he had been sentenced to death long before he was even born. After his birth, his survival depended on his parents’ faith in God. Unbelievably, after 3 months of being secretly hidden in the house, his mother put him in a basket and hid him by the banks of river Nile until that basket came to the attention of  Pharaoh’s daughter.

        When the basket was brought to Pharaoh’s daughter, she opened the basket and saw a baby in it; the baby wept and she had compassion on him. The death sentence was lifted and Moses’ life was then destined for the king’s palace.

        This was the Moses who led the children of Israel out of Egypt; The Moses who received the Decalogue on Mt Sinai.

        Today thousands and thousands of the children of Malawi are born into a hopeless society. Their fate decided long before they are even born. Providentially, some people have extended their arms reaching out to commute the death sentences of these helpless children.

        The world has shown compassion on these children and is determined to give these children a future. Aid is being extended in the form of shelter, food, clothing and school. Some are less fortunate and are only enrolled at day-care centers where they at least get some meals. Shelter is taken care of by some well wishers or next of kin.

        One area that is a burden to handle is that of healthcare. It is quite difficult to walk long distances to some Health Centers where medical help is rendered. The problem becomes unbearably when the guardians are quite elderly and are themselves in need of some assistance as regards activities of daily living. The sick children under their care are left at the mercy of nature. It is worse when those children are parentless.

        Our appreciation for the great work done by thousands world-wide, who have come to our rescue, can only be shown by the role we can play in uplifting the lives and welfare of these innocent children. Our part is to look into the health of these orphans, vulnerable children and elderly guardians.

        This is an enormous undertaking, but we feel the little we can do will make a difference.  Our program at the Sacred Promise Healthcare Center shall target on a few centers that are within the townships of Lilongwe. This is because of the difficulties in transport from place to place. 

Solitary Man in a Solitary Place

People of Malawi, About Malawi

Zuze Moyo -  A Solitary Man in the Dowa Valley

    It is sometimes strange how your eyes will catch on a single person in a crowded place. Something about them gets your attention; perhaps their attractiveness, or perhaps their outgoing personality, or maybe it is simply because they are the only person directly in your line of vision.

    None of these reasons fit on that morning when we entered the tiny village of Kasitu located deep in the Dowa Valley east of Lilongwe. Of all of the people that crossed my line of sight I found that my eyes had locked on Zuze Moyo. It was not for any of the reasons I have just mentioned, for he was not attractive, nor did he have an outgoing personality. Nor was he directly in my line of vision as I got out of the car and started walking toward the church building where the meeting was about to begin.

    Zuze was stumblingly clawing his way through a high patch of weeds trying, it seemed, to get away from the line of travel of the people going to the building. His crippled features and his tattered clothes made him stand out from the other village people who lived nearby or from those who had come for the meetings. For a long moment I could not take my eyes off of him, then we passed and I was hesitate to look back. We greeted a number of the men and women near the door of the building and then started to enter. A single look back and again he was in my line of sight. He looked bewildered, confused, and alone. Perhaps he was mentally unbalanced, and unaware of the world in which he lived. Or perhaps he knew everything that was taking place and knew he was repulsive to those who eyes touched on his pitiful features.

    For the next three hours the prayers, teaching, and singing consumed my mind and my view of the world around me. Then it was time to go across the road to a house where lunch would be served. I wondered if I would see Zuze again. Just as I stepped out of the building he again came directly in my line of vision. He was sitting in the path that lead to the road and on to the buildings on the other side. We had to pass directly beside him. I tried not to look as we approached. I did not want to embarrass him. His head and eyes seemed to sway with the fluid scene around him and still I could not tell if he was aware of his surroundings or if his world was one that none of us would ever comprehend or understand.
    As we passed him on our way to the meal the pattern of a Bible story began to form in my mind.

    "30 Then Jesus answered and said: "A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, who stripped him of his clothing, wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. 31 Now by chance a certain priest came down that road. And when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32 Likewise a Levite, when he arrived at the place, came and looked, and passed by on the other side."     Luke 10:30-32

    We crossed the road and shared a typical Malawi meal; village chicken, nsima, rice and greens. Everyone was in a good mood and the conversation was upbeat and positive. Yet, the scene across the road still dominated my thoughts. Who was Zuze? What was his real condition? Did he understand that everyone was ignoring him and looking the other way when they passed him?

    Meal complete and time to go back over for the afternoon sessions. I wonder if he will still be there? As we stepped out of the small house my answer was right there in front of me. Zuze was sitting on the ground almost directly in front of us. Still he looked confused, as though he did not know how or why he had gotten there.

    For the next two days I would watch for him. He was always there. And I always felt like we were playing out a continuation of the story of the man who had fallen among thieves. Zuze had not suffered that plight but perhaps his was worse. His would never improve. He was trapped for the rest of his life. No medicine would change his condition. No trip to the doctor would change his status. And too, I was afraid that there was not a Good Samaritan that would come by to help him. By the end of the day I sought and gained some information about him that helped to ease my mind … some.
   
    I learned Zuze has been in this condition his entire life; crippled, confused and helpless. Now he lives with his aged mother. His siblings and his father have all gone from this life and the two of them are somewhat alone. I learned that he fully knows and understands what is taking place around him and he sits along the path to beg for some good person to offer him some substance so he can eat. It was strange the next thing I learned; he likes to watch football (soccer). A crippled man watching his friends and neighbors run freely across a field playing a game in which he will never participate. What dreams go through his mind as perhaps he struggles to imagine himself racing along the field, friends and family cheering him on, then to cross the finish line and score the game winning goal for his home village. I learned he is 48 years old and I wondered if anyone ever recognizes his birthday. But the best news I learned in this story of pain and despair is the fact that the church is helping to support him and his mother. It brought to mind the best part of the story of the man who fell among thieves. Now I can complete the verses in my mind.

    33 But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was. And when he saw him, he had compassion. 34 So he went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine; and he set him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35 On the next day, when he departed, he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said to him, ‘Take care of him; and whatever more you spend, when I come again, I will repay you.’ 36 So which of these three do you think was neighbor to him who fell among the thieves?" 37 And he said, "He who showed mercy on him."  Then Jesus said to him, "Go and do likewise."

Mouse Salesman - Holi Phiri

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A Cultural Experience - Mouse on a Stick

      It is a solitary spot 15 kilometers north of the city center of Lilongwe. A white Isuzu Trooper races north from the capital and darts past the small boy standing dangerously close to the edge of the tarmac road. It is the 9thBoy selling Mice on a Stick vehicle that has sped by the empty stretch of road in the past hour. A short distance beyond the boy the Isuzu signals a left hand turn and begins to slow for the turn off that will take it to the international airport.

    The occupants of the vehicle, like those of the previous 9 had paid scant attention to the boy or to the food he was offering for sale. Holi lowers his split bamboo poles that sandwich in the fried mice and looks longingly toward the south for the next potential customer.

      The boy, Holi Phiri is sure he is 13 years old. He comes from the Kulamula Village in the Lumbadzi area. The tribal chief over his village is T. A. Chitukla.

His Only Education Is Holding A Hoe

    When an interview is arranged between Holi and an Azungu (white person) a translator is needed since he is one of the hundreds of thousands of village children who will never see the inside of an educational classroom. As Mama Cecelia Kadazamira describes it, “The only education most of the village children have is how to hold the handle of a hoe for working in the garden.”

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2007 Award To Samatha Ludick

People of Malawi, Be The Change

     Each year a humanitarian award is giving by the Malawi Project to a woman in Malawi who is considered important to the people in ways that go beyond the average. The award, a hand made quilt is symbolic of the caregiver who helps fill the needs of others who are in need. This is the 9th year of the award. This year the Malawi Project Humanitarian Quilt Award goes to Samatha Ludwick the owner of the Cool Runnings lake resort in Senga Bay. Samatha has been instrumental in creating a number of projects that merit her inclusion in the awards category. These include the creation of a small “parts” business among village children to help them learn to be creative and to earn money. In this venture she has worked with the children of Mtendere Village to make car parts for the small wire galimotos constructed at Mtendere for sale to western visitors.   She has also started a recycling venture for three villages to gather scrap plastic that blemishes the landscape. It is sold to raise funds for further development projects. In one recent 6-week period the children gathered and sold 3 tons of scrap. Another of her efforts has been to help the Kuthandiza Osayenda Disability Outreach Center in Salima. A portion of her work has been to establish links between the center and contributors in order to bring the needed resources to the handicapped people in the area. 

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Was That What I Thought It Was?

People of Malawi, Nation of Malawi, About Malawi

    At first no one noticed the boy standing beside the road to Lilongwe. Then all of a sudden just as they were passingBoy Selling Mice on a Stick in Malawi the spot where he was standing everyone did a double take. “What was that,” seemed to erupt from nearly every voice at the same moment. The question really did not need to be asked. Everyone knew what it was that they had seen. The question came because no one believed what their eyes and their minds were telling them. Almost all of them had heard it when they attended training sessions back in the states before coming to Malawi. But in all of the information overload that was flooded on them in the months before the trip to Africa it had seemed to be one of those things that wasn’t true until you really saw it first hand. Well, first hand had arrived and everyone was craning their necks to see behind them and see the boy with the group of mice on the stick that he was selling along the road.

    The driver turned a little in the seat, slowed as he rounded one of the final curves that would give entrance to the sight of the capital off in the distance. Several times on the way from Lumbadzi they had seen the smoke trails snaking skyward and around some of the curves they could see the small boys off in the nearby fields standing around small fires. They had erroneously thought what they were seeing was the clearing of the earth for the soon to come crop planting. But most of the scenes were not the scenes they thought they were observing. What they were actually seeing were the mice hunts. Read the rest of this entry »