Children are dying, parents watch hopelessly as their loved ones suffer for the need of medication and proper medical facilities. Getting medical help is a nightmare for these people; no transport and no money do not help. The public hospitals are in shambles, often overcrowded and not enough personnel to deal with the desperate people. The dirt and unhygienic facilities reek of more infection for the sickly that urgently need help. A parent can sit the whole day, holding their baby and trying to bring some comfort as they wait for attention. There is no urgency, take a number and wait your turn, an attitude of uncaring staff that either do not care or understand the difficulty of a parent crying out for help. Perhaps the parent does have the opportunity to see a doctor and the examination are concluded within five minutes. There is the communication barrier between the doctor and parent. The parent leaves the hospital with a few Panado tablets and a dying child.
White parents once the proud and dignified head of the family now lives in shame, as they cannot provide for their children. The distraught and depressed people try to find a way to bring food and other essentials to their families, often venture toward the busy roads of a nearby town, and stand with an old cardboard sign begging for some help from the passing traffic. Standing all day long in the sweltering heat with the sun burning their frail bodies, does little to lift the spirits of the destitute as motorists ignore their plight. Sometimes a kind and considerate passerby will give a few coins or bread, to the beggar. At the end of the day, there might be enough money to buy some bread. Dry bread and water for dinner, with no nutrition or sustenance, just enough to ward off starvation for another day.
In the suburbs, the churches and local communities committed to helping the white squatter camps gather clothing, food, blankets, broken toys and other objects from the locals who discard the useless stuff. A real treasure for the needy, who delightfully accept the second hand goods while trying to hold onto a shred of dignity. A child with a running nose, and a serious bronchial cough, gladly clings to a doll with a broken arm and smiles brightly at her new toy. The visits by the caring people and churches bring smiles, tears of joy and happiness to the destitute. For a moment, in their despairing lives, there is a flicker of hope; there is a gift and a smile from a dying child.
White squatter camps around South Africa are growing, as more and more people are unemployed, without a home, and no means to provide for themselves and their families. Children are the helpless victims and suffer the most. They do not understand the plight of the poor, it is their parents they depend on to feed clothe and sustain them. The parents having lost their lives lose their dignity and often become depressed and withdrawn. There is no help; there is no light and the new dark world they now live in remain a constant fear. With the little strength left, they try to protect their families, and few meager belongs from the random attacks of outsiders who come to pillage and rape their wives and children. This constant fear drives them to the brink of insanity and often suicidal thoughts cross their minds.
Tucked away in an unknown squatter camp, white parents live and watch hopelessly as their children, the joy of their life slowly dies. The South African situation does not get better, its gets worse as the days pass and as winter weather slowly edges into the country the call for help rises. Bitter cold days are upon the land, and the additional necessity of keeping warm is another alarming factor for most.
It takes real courage to begin all over again when everything seems lost. The people living in the white squatter camps do not have the courage to begin all over again. The last shred of dignity is lost when the child cries, “Daddy I am hungry, daddy I am sick,” and the powerless parent looks into the innocent eyes of the child without an answer.
"LET US DONATE JUST A 1% OF WHAT YOU HAVE IN ORDER TO BUILD THESE PEOPLE UP"
“And now these three remain faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” (1 Corinthians 13:13)