A little child… so used to being abused.
She is 11, maybe 12 years old… so tiny, such a child.
Her life so fragile, and yet she has grown so hard… in order to survive.
I look in her eyes, and see survival mode, placed there in order to make it from one day to the next. Abuse has been her constant companion, and threats of murder have been her greatest fear.
Over a year ago, her father sent her away to work as a housemaid for a man that neither she nor her father knew. The man was an evil man, and raped this young precious child the very first night she went to live with him. He told her that he would kill her if she ever told anyone, and would also kill her family, and anyone who tried to help her if she told anyone.
So, scared for her life, and the life of her family and friends, she kept quiet. Day after day. Silent. She spoke not a word, as the man continued to rape her every. single. day.
This evil man had many wives & concubines, and the young child began to believe that this must be normal.
She cried often, hating her life. She tried avoiding and hiding from the man, but he would find her and tackle her to the ground.
She began wishing that she could end her life. Leave this world.
She began believing that her life she was living was not worth living, and made plans to end her life.
She knew how to do it.
Even at such a young age. She knew where the pills and tablets were… surely enough of them would do the job.
But something told her to wait.
Something told her to hang on a little longer. To try to endure just a little bit more.
A year went by, and the man began telling her that she was not working hard enough. Her brothers would come to visit, and the man told them that their sister was becoming a horrible worker: lazy and slow.
The man continued to become more angry, and sent word to the young girl’s father and family that he did not want her anymore if she was not going to work hard.
So, the girl was sent away with her brothers one day, back to where her father lived. There, her father was angry with her as well for not working hard, but she tried telling her brothers & father what the evil man had been doing to her. Then her aunt came to see her, after hearing that she had returned with her brothers.
Upon seeing the girl, her aunt immediately knew that the young child was pregnant. When her aunt told her this news, she looked at her aunt and asked, “What is ‘pregnant’?”
Finally, the young girl told her Aunt all about what the evil man had been doing to her, and also the threats that he had told her since the beginning.
But her Aunt knew the laws of this country, and decided to take action. The laws are simple here in Uganda: if you impregnate a minor, you go to prison. Often times even for life. So the Aunt took the difficult but right road, and although she met much opposition, eventually, the man was put into prison.
Since the young girl’s father cared nothing for her, and had no way to help her, she went to live with her Aunt in the village slums. Her Aunt didn’t have much, and did not know how she would care for the young girl and her baby, but she knew she had to try to help the girl as best she could.
Then one day, someone came and told her Aunt about a place that takes care of young child mothers in desperate situations.
A place where people want to help the helpless, and care for those whom no one wants to care for.
A place where people believe that children & babies are a blessing, not a curse. No matter how the pregnancy came to be.
A place where people truly love young mothers and want to help them become the best that they can be.
The aunt was put in contact with Kupendwa Ministries, and today, the young child is living in peace and comfort.
Her name is Salama, and she desperately needs your prayers.
Salama is one of the newest child mothers brought into our Maternity Home, and she needs your help & support.
Please consider helping Kupendwa continue to save & change lives like hers.
– Deanna Washington
To sponsor Salama, or give to the needs of Kupendwa, please visit http://www.kupendwaministries.org/#!donate/cd93