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Excerpts from Joanne's Journal on her recent trip to South
Africa …the children lined up for their little gifts of toy dinky cars, hair
barrettes and ribbons kindly donated by Tias Arms donors…especially meaningful
was hearing our South African guide/driver say he had never done this before,
this has changed him as a person, that he will now include visits to these
children on his future tours…so little goes so far here in South Africa…spare
change from Starbucks in the US buys a family a three- to five-pound food
parcel… We found Gugu again. I was so sure she would be dead by now….we embraced
and cried. Potatoes, pots, blanket on a little bed and a sister close by.
Her face has filled out and the translucence of her skin is more chocolate
in hue. Nurse Mesh tells us they have traced Gugu's baby…Gugu shows a mixture
of restrained anxiety and joy…she has yet to lay her eyes on the child.
I ask her what she needs. An electric two-plate burner is a luxury but
we decide to buy one. “What else do you want?” “Some spinach, butternut,
cabbage.” “And what else?” A jersey and some underpants.” “Shoes too?” “Oh
YES!” In the morning, up on Cape Point, our bare feet on rough cliff, I am amazed
at the trembling seam of white foam where the warm Indian Ocean meets the
cold Atlantic . This land of contrasts, both high and low, stirs the brain
and heart. In the afternoon, the children in the mud. A two- and a four-year-old
running outside. Skins cool from air still stung from winter's grip. Their
bare legs and feet patterned with dirt from the floor of the shack where
they live. One carries a broken shell of a toy cell phone. Hello, hello,
as he holds it to his ear. Hello, hello. The children hide behind a tree stump as we approach from the car, the
foreigners, the careworkers coming to “assess” them. Granny—Gogo—lies thin
and sick on her bed, unable to get up to do the daily chores. Bathe the
children in the only basin that has collected the rain from the previous
night…or is that the drinking water? Gogo twists herself up onto her elbow
to greet me, smiles sweetly and calls me “Madam.” She is honored, she says,
that this white woman is visiting her. I grasp her bark-dry hand. How many little white bodies did she bathe
over the years? How many floors has she shined, how many joints of meat
did she cut up and cook for white suppers? My mother used to send our maid home with bread and vegetables, and on
the weekends a chicken, plump and bumpy-skinned. When my mother died, Gladys
was locked out of the place where she had come daily for many years, a
lifetime, to care for the madam. There's no more work, the women said.
No more work, you hear? They cleaned out the freezer of meat, my mother's
new best friends. After a while Gladys went home. Now, the dust sharp in our throats, we listen to Gogo and take notes.
We promise great things: food and school and comfort. We care, we say.
Gogo waves and smiles as the white madams leave. In the car Julia puts
her palms to her cheeks and breathes very carefully. Her fingertips touch
her closed eyes. I turn to look out the rear window. Hello, hello, the little boy says into the broken shell of his toy cell
phone.
A child whose sex I cannot determine for the wasting of its little body
stands close to my leg. For now I will call this child a she. Her frail
hands touch my warm leg as she comes closer, unrejected. She is cold. Her
special features are lost to thin . I pick her up. Her grip is
strong as she folds herself into the shape of my body as if escaping her
own. The women guiding me on this ward walk say we must leave. I carry
this child to her crib. She won't let go. I look around at the other moms
and ask if anyone visits her. No, she has been left here for weeks now.
No one comes. She is alone. The little child continues to cling to my neck.
Her hold becomes stronger. She has mastered her octopus grip because she
has been left so many times. She starts to cry out weakly, “mommy mommy” and
purses her lips into a word I do not know. Huge tears stream like rivers
from her eyes and drop off onto my clothes. She does not lighten her grip.
I'm left with a sobbing, completely bereft, most-fearful-of-loss little
girl, clutching on as though her life depended on it – and it does. For
we cannot live without love. I feel like a traitor as I peel her off me
one finger at a time and have to walk away, leaving her pleading behind
the rusted bars of her crib. Dear
Tias (Aunties) and Tios (Uncles), This
past year has seen much growth for TIAS ARMS and the children that
we help bring comfort to in South Africa . This has been because
of you, their extended family. To think that these very worthy children
count to you has been an inspiration to me. And like the proud “Tia” that
I am, I would like to share with you some of the joys of our efforts
this past year. Our
most recent outreach has been to the GECKO (Give Each Child Kindness
and Orientation) Uthando House project. An incredible woman, Jenny,
has been feeding street children from the back door of her struggling
restaurant near Howick Falls . TIAS ARMS now helps pay for salaries
for care-takers in cooking, clothing and caring for these children.
This helps in returning these children to a sense of dignity and
belonging as well as providing the care-takers a small income in
a community of around 80% unemployment. These now energetic, enthusiastic
and loving young boys have a chance. I grew particularly fond of
them during my stay in Howick last November. The sounds of their
songs will be forever in my mind. Thank you. A
huge smile is on my face and in my heart when I think of the fifty-six
children now going to school in their uniforms, with back-packs and
school fees paid for a year and because of you. “Education is it”,
said Oprah recently. You've helped these children dream their dreams.
Education is now a reality for them. Fifty-six of these children
can now join their friends on their walk to school every day. Imagine
the change This
year again we have provided for a hi-caloric food program for 65
children affected by Aids and also baby formula for babies who are
unable to nurse from their HIV positive mothers to prevent transmission.
These children, identified by the health care-workers at Howick Hospice,
come to the childrens' clinic every two weeks and pick up their parcels
of peanut butter, oil, skim milk, morvite and maize meal. Watching
the senior volunteers on our visit to the clinic, packing these parcels
and their joy at doing so and seeing the child recipient doing well,
brought a deep sense of fulfillment that the time and energy spent
raising the funds needed, have been worthwhile. I can still see the
happy face of the little one peering out from behind his 5 lb. parcel
of food – almost too heavy to carry home. Thank you. And
for the third year in a row, we have been able to provide to our
original out-reach. That of HOKISA (HOmes to Kids In South Africa
). As the children thrive and grow, so do their needs in clothing
and food and education. Our annual donation helps with this general
funding as well as provide a salary for loving arms to hold and care
for these little ones. Hearing from the founders of this home we
follow the progress of these children who had very rough starts in
life but are now being so well taken care of. We will not forget
the love that these little ones so eagerly give in their hugs and
tugs for attention. Thank you. Our
board has remained stable and our volunteer base has grown this past
year. From our humble grass-roots beginning, our growth welcomes
the new talent and experience of others. We have a lot of fun as
well as work hard in creating ways to contribute and also have our
annual “celebration” which is our primary fund-raiser for the year.
We have formed friendships and enjoy one anothers' company as we
make invitations, decorations, plan food and music and our often
one-of-a-kind silent and live auction items. There is a lot of creativity
in these willing people who give so many hours. It is because of
their volunteerism that we can give more to our out-reach. We are
also very lucky to have artists and kind friends who so generously
offer us a myriad of exciting things for our auctions. Thank you. This
past year we also experienced new opportunities. We had an intern
this summer who did so much during her time with us. Chico 's clothing
store offered us three wardroble parties with 10%of sales to TIAS
ARMS. Other participations included a panel discussion at the Pan-African
Film Festival, and Awareness Evening in Africa by Be The Cause, a
presentation to the Interfaith Council (with clergy from all religious
groups), a presentation to the Unity Community Church and a very
generous tithing from their congregation, as well as a thithing from
Encounter Missions International church in Long Beach, a presentation
to Gene Isaacson's “Dialogue” salon, our 4 th annual “clelebration”,
a South African Wine Tasting and Food Pairing Evening, participation
in Be The Cause “Walk for Hope” and named recipients of funds from
that walk, a friend's 50 th birthday “ in lieu of gifts” donation,
donation in the name of a friend's passing, donation as a thank you
gift to a board member of a Corporation, a lemonade stand by grand-children
on the East Coast, participation in the opening of a TV program with
TIAS ARMS being named as recipient of silent auction profits, a day
with “Celebration for Peace”, an interview on Charter Communications
TV Channel, and a World Aids Day booth. Thank you . Some
of you participated in some of these events and some of you gave
endless hours, some of you sent donations or advice or kind words
of encouragement. Thank you. On
behalf of the children – thank you for caring, thank you for making
these children count in this world, and thank you for bringing them
hope and comfort. I
remain grateful, Joanne
Baker (founder) Letters
from the Organizations We Fund In South Africa Dear
Joanne, dear Friends, and Supporters at Tias Arms, We
greet you with warmth and immense gratitude in our hearts. When we
look at HOKISA, at the children in our care, at the staff and at
our new Peace House, we know that it is your generosity that has
made it all possible. Karin A
twelve-year old student at one of our schools came to her Ubuntu
counselor after class in September 2005 with an urgent concern – she
thought she might be pregnant. As the counselor listened to her story
and probed gently for additional details…a disturbing picture came
into focus. The girl was being sexually-abused by a family acquaintance
who her mother was allowing to stay in their home since he contributed
the lion's share of the monthly rent. The mother did not know of
the situation as she was out of the home at work in the afternoon
hours when the girl returned from school. Finally, we learned that
the perpetrator's regular girlfriend was dying of AIDS. The counselor
knows how to handle cases of childhood pregnancy, abuse and HIV/AIDS.
It is also not unusual to have to deal with multiple issues in the
same case. The girl was immediately escorted to the Child Abuse unit
at the local hospital where she underwent a medical examination that
confirmed the abuse and pregnancy. Due to her age, the doctor determined
that she needed an abortion for medical purposes, obtained consent
from the child and her mother, and terminated the pregnancy. The
girl was put on a short-course of antiretroviral therapy (called
post-exposure prophylaxis) to help minimize the risk of HIV infections.
She is currently testing negative, but is in the window period. Her
Ubuntu counselor went to her liaison at the Child Protection Unit
of the local police, and the perpetrator was arrested and is awaiting
trial. The counselor will testify in the case. The child is back
in school and receiving intensive post-traumatic counseling sessions
from her Ubuntu counselor and a psychiatrist and our referral partner
Childline. Her mother is also receiving counseling and supportive
services to avoid the situation in the future. We are helping them
apply for income grants, and obtain nutritional supplements so they
do expose themselves to danger due to poverty. When the child is
ready she will be prepared for court by her Ubuntu counselor. The
Ubuntu counselor who managed this case has her annual salary supported
by Tias Arms Jacob
Lief Ubuntu
Education Fund God
bless and please thank everyone concerned. With
love, Louise, Howick Hospice Jenny,
Gecko Uthando House Project The
accommodation for the first five children in May 2005 was a few doors
nailed together with black plastic as the roof. We now have a temporary
wooden structure with a corrugated iron roof, this accommodates the
larger boys at night and the smaller boys and girls sleep on the
floor in the main building. This situation is not perfect, but it
is better than sleeping on the streets, the children are at least
warm and dry. There is stability, care, guidance and education for
the children at Gecko, factors that were erratic or non-existent
in their lives prior to their coming to the Gecko Project. The plan
is to build cabins for the children, at the top end of the property,
these will each accommodate 6 children and a caregiver / supervisor.
The area will be fenced and structured with a play area, an education
/ homework area, eating area, a rainy weather entertainment area,
storage and laundry areas. Finance
is desperately needed for a number of items the main one being the
structures required for the children's needs, this we feel will come
in time and with perseverance. In the mean time we will continue
with improvements a step at a time, improving the situation as and
when we can. The children do not complain about their present sleeping
and bathing arrangements, however, their lives would be much improved
if proper structures with adequate sleeping and bathing facilities
were available. These
are mischievous little children who still have a lot to learn, and
it is only with your assistance and perseverance that we will manage
to give them the chance they need as vulnerable children in our community. Jenny
Uzzell GECKO Give
Each Child Kindness and Orientation If
you would like further information about TIAS ARMS, please
contact Joanne
Baker
or write to: Joanne
Baker
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