Saturday, December 16, 2006
cutting on the wound
The past week has been heartbreaking at chishawasha children’s home of Zambia because of lose of one the mothers ,she died on 11/12/2006 and buried on 14/12/2006.she was one of the first mothers we had when we had just one house ,she has worked with the children almost three (3) years and developed good relationship with them.
Early this year, she ill for almost three mouths, recovered and came back to work. After a mouth ,she lost her daughter who left her with two grandchildren
When the news of her death reached us, mothers and the children started crying loudly, because traditionally this side of the world, the women and girls are suppose to cry loud ,while the men sob silently. You can only see the tear dropping from their eyes. Except for my tribe where the men are the ones who start crying before anybody else.
This reminded me of the time I stayed in the village ,where when someone dies in one of the villages .whether you know them or not ,you are suppose to mourn and show some respect. If you are young ,you stay indoors until the last day of funeral and they use to tells us that we are not suppose to see the coffin. This is different in the city like Lusaka where we are. Unless you know the one who has died that’s when you can participate.
I wondered what FORCE our youngest child, who use to sleep with her in her bedroom was thinking while all these things were happening. being that he lost his parents and now loosing the person who was taking care of him.
For the older children it was like a reminder of the death of their parents. While they were mourning for this mother I felt like the pain of loosing parents in this children is very deep. It was like you cutting on their wounds. Not only the children, but the mothers as well because they are all widows.
This is the first death for the member of staff we have experienced as an organisation and the place is not feeling the same, because we are just like one family.
Even though these things happen almost everyday here, this one feels like our direct burden which we need to bear. I do not know how because we don’t have room anymore, the two houses which we haven’t finished yet are already full. God knows what will happen to two
grandchildren she has left.
Philmvula
Early this year, she ill for almost three mouths, recovered and came back to work. After a mouth ,she lost her daughter who left her with two grandchildren
When the news of her death reached us, mothers and the children started crying loudly, because traditionally this side of the world, the women and girls are suppose to cry loud ,while the men sob silently. You can only see the tear dropping from their eyes. Except for my tribe where the men are the ones who start crying before anybody else.
This reminded me of the time I stayed in the village ,where when someone dies in one of the villages .whether you know them or not ,you are suppose to mourn and show some respect. If you are young ,you stay indoors until the last day of funeral and they use to tells us that we are not suppose to see the coffin. This is different in the city like Lusaka where we are. Unless you know the one who has died that’s when you can participate.
I wondered what FORCE our youngest child, who use to sleep with her in her bedroom was thinking while all these things were happening. being that he lost his parents and now loosing the person who was taking care of him.
For the older children it was like a reminder of the death of their parents. While they were mourning for this mother I felt like the pain of loosing parents in this children is very deep. It was like you cutting on their wounds. Not only the children, but the mothers as well because they are all widows.
This is the first death for the member of staff we have experienced as an organisation and the place is not feeling the same, because we are just like one family.
Even though these things happen almost everyday here, this one feels like our direct burden which we need to bear. I do not know how because we don’t have room anymore, the two houses which we haven’t finished yet are already full. God knows what will happen to two
grandchildren she has left.
Philmvula
