Shelter for agatha and family
Organized by: Guie Alufuo
I thought I was a poor man till I got to Sierra Leone for a voluntary service with doctors without borders. I was shocked and astonished at the deplorable conditions of human lives. I got to meet this woman agatha who had five children and had become a widow since she had lost her husband due to the ebola outbreak. I noticed they had to share a loaf of bread between them and in some cases there was no portion left for agatha. They kids looked fragile and poorly nourished. I had to give them most of what I had. Yet that wasn't enough the mom had to walk 300km everyday to look for greener pastures while the kids remained in the Hut. One door and one little window. The roof was made of raffia and they had mats spread on a floor made of clay. The temperatures could get to 46 degrees. And you see them looking at each other like people without hope. Once they saw me coming from afar I noticed their expressions changed they would run straight at me and hug me. Little simbi will smile again. I will offload all the edible items and give it to them. One faithful night there was this torrential rainfall that rained so heavily that it took away their roof and left the house flooded. The mom ran to me the next day as she had no one to help her out with the mess, unfortunately I had to go back to Madrid the following day with the group. She wept knelt down and told me her world was over in a broken English. I went down to her place and saw the remaining logs the disaster had left. Nothing to write home about. The kids had no cloth , no food left (if there was any),no mats nothing was left. Worst was they regarded me as a demi-god. Thought I had a magic wand. Meanwhile the last born was shivering she had caught cold looked pale and had to be rushed to a "doctor" (you can imagine what I mean by that). This was some 400km away from this village. So I am writing to appeal to you brothers and sisters out there that it doesn't take a lot to help this poor people drops of water make an ocean no amount is too small. You can change their lives. I promised them I will be back by September and I want to build them a better house I can't do it all alone it touches me because she is a widow and has no one to her aid. Put your foot into her shoes brethren. We are not better. I am lucky to have grown in the west because what my eyes saw I can quite tell why some people live this bad.
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