Our Programme Adviser for Africa, Ken Dachi, has recently returned from visiting our project with orphaned children in Swaziland. Here he reflects on his trip and two brothers he met along the way.
Do you remember life as a 12-year-old child? Picture yourself back then. Can you imagine losing both parents – and finding yourself all alone in a frightening world? No money. No food. Just you and your siblings. That’s what happened to Mcolise, one of Africa’s tens of thousands of orphans.
I spent time with Mcolise and his little brother recently, and I was overwhelmed with sadness for their loss and their need. I’d like to share their story with you. It was just a few weeks ago that I travelled to Swaziland, in southern Africa, to meet Mcolise and his brother Sphiwikho.
In this country, more people live with HIV than anywhere else in the world – and every year thousands of people die from AIDS-related illnesses. It means that a quarter of children under the age of 17 are orphans. Think about that. All those children suffering the grief, trauma and sadness of losing their parents. And there’s little state support, like we have here.
These children end up living with elderly grandparents, or – like Mcolise and his brother – fending for themselves. Mcolise and Sphiwikho took me to their home, an hour’s walk down a mountainside. These boys lost their father many years ago, and their mum died in 2012 when Mcolise was 12 and Sphiwikho was just six.
“It was nice here, growing up,” Mcolise told me, as we stood in the shade of their mud hut kitchen. “It was better then because we had a mother who looked after us. She used to do everything; she cooked for us and bought clothes for us. When she died, I was really broken.”
Mcolise started doing the cooking and cleaning. The boys eat wild vegetables from the hillside and sometimes catch birds to cook. Every morning, Mcolise gets himself and his little brother up at 4am, ready to do their chores and leave for school at 5.30am. They rarely eat breakfast. My heart broke for this quiet teenage boy with sadness in his eyes.
At the school the boys attend, at least a third of the pupils are vulnerable or orphaned. The headteacher, Susan Motsa, told me children arrive hungry, unwashed, or without school uniforms. One little boy is bathed by a teacher every morning, who combs his hair. “It’s so painful to see these children,” she said. “They are traumatised and they trust no one.” But life can change for children like Mcolise – and here’s how.
For the last few years, our team in Swaziland have been working with Mcolise’s school to provide God’s word alongside practical help. Children who are traumatised following the death of their parents receive Bible-based counselling. Orphans like Mcolise are trained in how to grow vegetables and are given seeds to get started. We build wooden coops and provide chickens, so the children have eggs to eat. And everyone is handed their own copy of the Bible.