Friday, January 21, 2011

Korah, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia


Korah. What can I say about Korah, other than every human being should know of it. The reality that is Korah. It exists.
I knew of Korah before we traveled to Ethiopia. Unlike so many tourists, I never wanted to experience it. I knew about it. Wanted to stick my head in the sand and not think about it. But we should think about it.
You see.....there is an enormous garbage dump in Addis Ababa. I am talking acres upon acres of garbage. In that dump lives the community of Korah. This community consists of nearly 80,000 men, women and children. Originally, King Haile Selassie had given the land to a group of doctors wishing to construct a hospital for leprosy. He wanted them separated from the healthy population. When the King was overthrown, the new regime wanted to eliminate the leper community and began rounding them up and beating and killing them. But, they survived there. Now Korah is a community for the outcast. The unwanted. Today the population is largely made up of people with leprosy and HIV/Aids. Prostitution is rampant. Many of the children are orphans.
Korah is a mass of garbage, wild dogs, filthy people, gut wrenching smell and circling vultures. There is rotting garbage, streams of black waste water and amimal carcases. And, the people of Korah sift through this mess for scraps of food, cloth, and metal that they can sell for pennies. This is the bottom of the poverty barrel. They have nothing. They only hope to survive. I have heard that the people there raise animals like goats and pigs and often plant gardens amidst the trash.
Unfortunately, as I mentioned above, it has become a tourist destination. Perhaps it will bring more than gawking folks with cameras. Perhaps it will bring recognition. Perhaps it will bring help. I hope it does. HelpKorah.com is helping. Visit the site. Help the people of Korah. Help those children.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Over a Fig Newton


Greer has been at Terri's since Monday. He is a very agreeable little guy and fit in like he had been there forever. Could be because he is used to having little folk around.

So yesterday, I stop to pick the little guy up and he is eating fig newtons in a high chair in the kitchen. When he is done Terri wiped him off and I lifted him out of the high chair. He reached for Terri. He acted as if I was kidnapping him. He screamed, kicked, and reached for her. I took him in the other room to put his coat on and he continued to scream and did everything his little body could do to keep me from putting his coat on. When I got him in the car he screamed bloody murder for at least half of the drive home.

So, I was hurt. My heart broken. I literally could not look at him for a long while. I am the mama who has loved him and devoted nearly every waking minute to him for the past three months. I truly was crushed. I do understand that the whole thing was over a fig newton. I get that. If food hadn't been involved I don't believe the incident would have happened.

Last night all seemed well again. I bathed him and spent time lotioning him up. He loves that. I got all kinds of hugs and kisses. We read his favorite book "niney noon"....more commonly known as Goodnight Moon. And, by the time I tucked my little elf in bed my broken heart had healed.