“By 2006, 2.6 million children in the world had HIV/AIDS, and 1,400 of them died each day. Of those 2.6 million children worldwide with HIV/AIDS, 90 percent are Africans.” (Nolen 2008)
I think that the story of the kids in Kenya often goes untold. Their opinions and voices are often muted which is why HIV+ children undergo great challenges in obtaining appropriate medication and treatment. Many of them are abandoned, or have only one parent. Most don’t know their parents’ statuses and some don’t know that they themselves are infected.
I have met so, so, so many children who have only a mother to take care of them. In many cases the husbands refuse to get tested and when they ‘give in’ to taking medications, it is usually too late. I have also met some children who are the sole survivors in the fight against the virus. They have lost parents, grandparents, and have no relatives to rely on. These are the orphaned kids who roam the street, living on well wishes and the hope that some generous family can afford to feed one more mouth.
I saw a little girl, maybe two years old, whose mother and father had passed away. Her terribly old grandmother had taken her in. We stopped by to see her and immediately the signs were clear; she had skin lesions all over her body, diarrhea for over a month, and that look of a sickly child. We asked the grandmother if she had been tested and the answer was blurry. Her grandmother remembers that the result was negative but she wasn’t sure if the child was tested for HIV or malaria. Education remains a barrier for these people who still do not know all they need to know regarding the disease. We signed the little girl up for an HIV test but we all already knew the answer.
I met another girl about 10 or 11 years old. She had been abandoned by both her mother and father. A kind old woman had taken her in but was having some difficulty with the child. The moment I met Mwanamwinyi I knew that she had been exposed to great abuse. Her abrasive nature surprised me especially when it was encased in a 10 Kg girl whose every rib I could count. The girl is taking ARVs however she still does not know what she is taking the medication for. The guardian is afraid to expose her status to Mwanamwinyi in the fear that she will unleash with violence and seek revenge. They fear that she will try to infect other children she plays with. She is also plagued by a persistent cough which I worry may be tuberculosis. We have connected her to a local hospital that provides free chest x-rays and the results will be ready tomorrow. In the meantime, we are waiting for her health to increase before the family attempts to explain to her what she has.
I met a young woman named Anne who was so sick that she sat, hunched over, on her bed, holding her stomach in a pained way. Her weak body had left her unable to even wash clothes for money. Her 7 year old boy was out collecting scrap metal that he sold for food. This way he could insure that he wouldn’t go a few days without food. At the mention of this story, the women, who were with me in the room, all began to cry. It was the first time these brave women couldn’t hold it in anymore and they all began to unleash on the inequality of the situation. After holding it in for so many weeks I too had to let go.
I met a pair of twins whose father had passed away from HIV. They are still waiting on him to buy the sweets and come home…
I met a grandmother who rented a single 6 x 4 room that she shared with her late daughter’s three sons. She pays an incredible extra 500 Ksh (about $6) more so she can have a single light bulb in the room. This way the boys can study at night.
When I walk towards town in the mornings I am greeted by young kids who should be in school. Clad in their uniforms, they are sent home because they can’t pay the school fees. Government schools are supposed to be free but frequently the corrupt government allows the headmasters to get away with demanding fees. Most of these families don’t even have enough money to feed their kids so the thought of school gets sent to the back burner.
Edward was telling me that in his brief stint working for the trash service, he saw, way too often, the deceased bodies of self-aborted fetuses.
The story of the kids is the saddest since most of the time they cannot tell it for themselves. I have to piece it together from anecdotes told by their parents, grandparents, neighbors, or physicians. The worst part, they are the loveliest children in the world. They greet us every morning with loud “Jambo!”. They high five us or ask us how we are doing purely because we are visitors. They work hard at school and at home. They go to school from 6am and get home at 6pm. They walk for miles just to get to school. They are so sweet and all they require is food in their belly and the chance to receive an education. It really is unfair.
Random Fact of the Day:
1) There is a plant called “Khat” that (mostly) men and women chew to give them Adderall-like energy. They chew on it all the time for a burst of energy but it has harmful effects like that of alcohol.
2) Kenyan tea is the most delicious tea I’ve ever had. It’s strong and made with black pepper, ginger, sugar and various other spices like cardamom. Sometimes they add boiled whole milk for a creamy finish. I will make it for you all when I get home!