They Need Protection

Posted By on Jun 14, 2013 | 0 comments


in Africa - 2 min read by Noel Brewer Yeatts

They Need Protection


The last post in our Africa blog series is from our Vice President Noel Yeatts. Read this excerpt and continue reading on her blog.
__________________________________________________________________

When Dindi awoke, he was utterly alone . . .

Dindi’s story is one of millions in a land overwhelmed by HIV/AIDS and extreme poverty. This is the Africa I was first introduced to and one that completely shook me to the core.

At first I saw the same Africa we all have seen. One whose problems seem endless and never appear to improve. Story after story proved my assumptions to be true . . . until I met a group of children whose voices reminded me of the difference hope can make.

As we arrived, children ran to greet us—children  whose families have been torn apart by poverty, AIDS and a 20-year civil war. They were smiling, laughing, and offering handshakes and hugs. Each boy and girl is special and unique. They are children who, without our support, would not have the opportunity to attend school—a  place where they also receive at least one nutritious meal a day. This is a privilege for them and not something they take for granted.

Children of Hope

I watched them play a game in their red and green school uniforms that looked somewhat familiar, like “Duck, Duck, Goose” with an African twist. Then the children formed a large circle and began to chant a poem together. I had to listen carefully to understand what they were saying, but once I did, my heart stopped. This is what they called out over and over again:

Who is a child?

A child is a person below eighteen.

What do they need?

Love, care, comfort.

They are young and innocent.

Give them protection.

They need protection.

CONTINUE READING ON NOEL’S BLOG >>

 


SUGGESTED STORIES
READ NEXT STORY

Walking into the doors of World Help in August 1994, I was quickly introduced to an oversized needy world outside my own selfish walls. Something so unfamiliar to me became an everyday mission. I had ...
Operation-Baby-Rescue-World-Help

Ashavin was not yet eight months old when Aby held him in her arms for the last time. She had tried to ignore the aching deep in her body . . . the ever-increasing weakness she felt each morning. A ...