Joy ! A baby was born, very healthy with a lot of beautiful hair on its little head.The mother is very happy and you can see the love in your eyes.
While waking up I hear the phone … baba Mtshali has died … WHAT ??? I recently spoke to him … we even had a good laugh.Oh, and the children were so fond of him and also the volunteers ….
Crying, emotionally broken. A twin of 3 months old died.After three weeks of anxious suspense the eldest of the two died, a nice funeral, a last greeting …A week later her little sister died; after she gained weight and seemed to fight further for her life, she suddenly and unexpectedly died at night.We will greet also her a last time next Tuesday.
Frightened I put down the Phone. At the same day the little sister of the twins died, the mother of the baby I placed deceased … 19 years old. She leaves a baby and a daughter of 6 behind …
An other telephone call: the girl of sixteen that lives deep at the dam … has been taken up in the hospital … she is in a very bad condition …
A few days ago I had to take a young mother to the hospital because she suffered unbearable pain and had lost a lot of blood.She is having surgery today … it does not look very promising. She has 4 children, I take care of two of them in between.
At this moment I feel dazed … all becomes so vague, all these deceased … it hurts
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