Thursday, January 23, 2014

Why Home is Better than an Orphanage

I have people ask me why don't I support an existing orphanage and encourage the child-headed households we care for to, for want of better words, "turn themselves in" to the orphanage?

Afterall, they'd get two or three square meals a day at an orphanage without having to scrape the floor for the market for it, wouldn't they?
They could go to school.
They'd get clothes.
Medical attention when they needed it.

Wouldn't they?

Perhaps. And perhaps not.

I have asked myself the same questions. Why give these kids what will only empower them to be mini-adults instead of letting them just be kids and making a way for someone else be the adult in their lives? Why let them have this responsibility when they don't have to?


I know. I know. I wish that I could read each one of these kids a story every night and tuck them into bed. Or have someone else tuck them into bed. And have someone else make the hard decisions for them. I wish with all my heart they could be just kids. And that they could be loved and cherished and valued for who they are.

The hard truth, in Africa at least, is that not all is as it is supposed to be. Not all orphanages do as you would hope they do. Not all homes for kids with no homes are better than nothing.

On my last visit to Malawi, this very matter was settled in my mind with great conviction. There are many, many orphans in the area around Sorgen, where we focus our work. In fact, my first port of call in any visit is to the Good News Children's Home. It's where I stay while I visit.


This last visit, I very deliberately observed the state of wellbeing of the children we support through Turn the Tide and compared them to the children living in the orphanage. This is what I noticed:

- Turn The Tide children look both cleaner and healthier than the children living in the orphanage.
- Their clothing is not perfect, but they are not wearing rags like some of the children I see at the orphanage. It is heartbreaking to see children wearing clothes that are more holes than clothes.
- The children we support and who are staying in their own homes have their own space; their own sense of belonging to something and they are part of their community. Children in the orphanage belong to no one and have nothing that is their own. Even the connection with family they may have had in the past is taken from them. We all need to belong and to know where we come from. This identity, I believe, remains intact through our support of these children.

Turn The Tide children also maintain contact with family, however distant, when they live in their own homes. Grandparents who may be too frail to take full responsibility for day-to-day care of children still may visit. If these children were in an orphanage, these visits almost certainly would not take place, and that connection would be lost.

My concern for our children, however, was that Turn The Tide address the need for not only their day-to-day supplies, but their day-to-day supervision.

I wanted to find a way where a responsible adult could assist our children with daily chores, with emotional support, and with the necessary encouragement to attend school. There are almost as many elderly widows in this community as there are orphans. I'll put it this way: the reason has something to do with low expectations of the faithfulness of men/husbands, and the consequences of their choices, resulting in shorter lifespans.

Knowing this, I put forward the idea to our active board in the area to attach a vulnerable widow or grandmother from the community to each of the child-headed families. This would allow both children and the widows to be physically supported with necessities, and hopefully, their relationships would develop into emotionally mutually supportive ones.



It's not a science, this thing of helping orphans and widows. It's not. Although I have "studied" it in one sense through my masters degree, there are so many variables in our one town in Malawi alone that at times, you have to throw away the books and simply try to be as creative as the situation requires.

The need is so huge it overwhelms me many times. But you know what, for these "ones", we have made a difference, you and I. And for that, I am so grateful.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

They say it's your birthday....

I had a fabulous birthday.

Mostly, I always have a fabulous birthday.

You know why? Because I have a family.

I have a family, and I have friends that are family. Although my blood-family are thousands of miles away from me, they show me they love me by showering me with gifts, cards, emails, phone calls and flowers on my birthday. My family of friends here in South Africa do much the same. It's wonderful. It makes me feel special. Like I matter. Like my life means something.

I guess this might be a cultural thing.

Where you grew up, were birthdays a big thing? Perhaps this is a creation of the Western world to sell more cards? I don't know.

I tell you what I do know: when it's my birthday, I feel loved.

I asked these beautiful family and friends-who-are-family if, instead of showering gifts on me for my birthday this year, if they would consider showering any money they would have spent on my kids instead. On the kids we support through Turn The Tide. No, they are not "mine", but these kids were born in my heart, if not my body, and I will continue to invest in their souls and spirits as long as God gives me breath.

And, you lovely people, you did. You showered my kids with blessing. With almost £400 worth of blessing, in fact.
When I know that it takes £14 a month for one of these little ones to survive and thrive, it brings me great joy to share my birthday blessings with them.

Birthday blessings are in short supply in that place. By "that place", of course, I mean in "poverty". When you have nothing to give and no birth date that you know of, there is little reason to celebrate another person, you know?

Christopher's was the very first family I met those years ago in Malawi. In the look Christopher's eyes gave me, Turn The Tide was born. Christopher, Limbonazi and Milka had never had one birthday.

In fact, they can barely work out how old they are. They know vaguely they must be kind of around the age of 10,13 and 15, but a newborn baby in this village of Malawi is sometimes not the source of joy to their parents that it is to angels. They often don't mark the day, perhaps because they would rather concentrate on working out how to feed that extra mouth.

On my last visit, we worked out it was around the time Limbonazi should be having a birthday. And it was such a joy to help him celebrate the beauty and reality and thanksgiving of his life. I loved him so much in those moments. I imagine it has something to do with the Father's heart in mine, beating for love of Limbonazi also.

Celebrating Limbonazi - His 'first' bottle of Fanta

Limbonazi - A beautiful boy with a beautiful heart

And as I geared up to celebrate my Saviour on His birthday this year, I imagined I could hear his heart saying "No, not for me. Share something you would reserve for me with one of the little ones I love. The cattle on a thousand hills are mine. What you would give to me, lavish on them. Please."

I would add my plea to his. I love them so much.