Hope

When we are born, the desire to Hope is engraved in our lives because Let's face it, if we did not hope, then we would never think of tomorrow and Hope that it will being us better things, we would never go through problems Hoping that tomorrow will be better but we learn to hope and some how that keeps us going every day.
The other day, I went to talk to a fistula patient about the idea of using a menstrual cup to hold urine so technically this would give them one hour of protection only that they would have to keep emptying the cup once it gets full. When I explained this to the patient, she was willing to try and she told me " I am Hoping that this works".
We sat quietly for one hour and this was the longest hour for this woman,  every time I looked at her, she seemed to be praying quietly, and deep down my heart i was hoping that it would work out so that this woman would have better days ahead of her. Eventually the hour elapsed, but our Hope was Thwarted because the Urine did not drop into the cup but it instead continued to leak outside the cup.
Later, the woman looked up to me and said " It might not have worked this time , but I will keep trying the cup and I Hope that it will work"

Connections
Today in the news papers, they showed a bunch of kids who got scholarships to go and study in the US. They even went ahead and showed us which schools these kids went to. They all went first class schools meaning they are all from well to do families since you can not take your child to such a school unless you have the money to do so. So at the end of the day, the halfs gain more from their connections and those that do not have continue leaving their miserable lives. I think if the US really wanted to help, they should roll out this scholarship to children from third class schools because I have met some who are really bright and given the chance they would even outshine these kids from first class schools.
But TIA, these things happen!! That's why developed countries always screw us up!!

Despair and Hope

Despair and Hope
I am seated in a taxi going to Jinja and in the back seat, there is a couple seated with a very sick child . He is probably 1 year but he has lost so much weight that you can barely recognize he is that age. Every one in the taxi is very concerned about his condition and every time some one asks what is wrong with the baby because his breathing is strained and he barely has the strength to cry, the father answers " He does not have blood, but we are taking him to the hospital and hoping they will give him the blood he needs"  and then he goes back to looking at his child. The mother is holding the child and very quietly , she listens to his breathing, i think to make sure that he is still breathing and in her eyes , you see the desperation every time the Taxi stops to pick up some one because every minute lost means her baby might die. She shoves passion fruit down the baby's throat and any time she stops , the husbands shouts for her to keep giving the baby more juice. At the end of the day, I wonder what these two parents are thinking but i know one thing for sure they are both praying to God to spare their child and praying that the hospital will have the blood they need.