After a weekend of relaxing – no, I didn’t do the very long day trip to Lake Victoria The poor guys that did were exhausted when they got back, and the van had broken down too! – Monday morning saw us go to St Anthony’s home for mentally handicapped children.
Run by Father James and his team, the place was miles away down a very bumpy set of roads, hard to reach and hidden away. Mental disability is not seen well. Many in lesser educated areas see it as a ‘curse’, though there is a drive to change these mindsets and not to hide the children away. The ‘home’ was a collection of tiny, ramshackle buildings were the children ate and slept. It was hard to see, they truly have nothing. The staff, a house mother always on site, were angels. Truly. The children go to school for half a day each day, at the local school next door in a special class. They proudly showed us the school, and some showed off their counting and word skills.
For a group of children who spoke some Swahili, and a group of IBM CSCers who spoke English….well we had a lot of ‘conversation’ going on! We spent a lot of time playing catch, and skipping, and running about and playing football. The highlight of the day were the handpuppets that Virve and Luigi had brought with them.
Let me explain about some of them – Joseph, who has muscular dystrophy and the biggest smile. We played football together, I helped him to kick the ball and we laughed a lot. Carol – who didn’t have much facial expression but when we played with the ball, she could throw and catch better than me! (Note, those that know me know I am useless at that!)
The child who made most impact on me was Sarah, who is mute and has never spoken. She is withdrawn and the teachers said she does not smile. Well – guess what, check out the picture below…..this little girl smiled. A lot. The hand puppets were such a hit! You know if I achieve nothing else in my time here, then my work is done.
Another little lad who had clearly had challenges, struck a chord with me. The way he shook and his eyes moved – I asked the teacher ‘Does he have epilepsy?’. The teacher was surprised and asked me how I knew. My darling mother had epilepsy as long as I can remember – the difference was that with medication widely available in the West, hers was (mainly) controlled. One lad after dancing around in a ring with me, sat on my knee and kept staring at me and saying the same words. I asked the teacher, ‘what is he saying?’ – “He thinks you are an angel” came the reply. Right behind me on the wall was a picture of an angel, with long blonde hair and pale skin – cue breaking heart all over again.
I’m so proud of my team, in a week’s time we’re going to meet Father James in the town, and go with him so we can buy for the school some mattresses and blankets. This is the most effective way rather than just give money. GO TEAM IBM!!!!