This complicates sponsorship. . .
I hadn't thought about it that much because I didn't know most of the details of
Mauwa's life. (remember Molly?, it IS the same girl!) When we went to Nabakalu, I was abl
e to spend a few moments with Mauwa. She is a VERY shy girl, and doesn't speak a ton of English which makes communication a little hard. However, she LOVED th
at Greg had written her 5 times already and she really liked the family picture that I brought over. I also had her sponsorship profile with me (to remember her last name) and she wanted to keep it. It is unlikely that she has very many pictures of herself, so I'm sure that was a treat.
The hard part was talking to the leaders of Nabakalu and getting more of her story. I knew that her mama had died just before our last visit in October, but didn't know anything else. Norman told me that both of her parents had died from hiv/AIDS. She now lives at the Home of Champions Orphanage.
Uganda has an interesting law. During school holidays (the months of May, September and January) all children who are living at schools or orphanages must return home. This is to protect their heritage, their ties to their tribe/clan and to keep ownership rights to ancestral land. They are supposed to go stay with some kind of extended family (there is always SOME family to be found in Uganda). What makes it difficult is that the extended family doesn't always WANT the child to come back and often doesn't have the means to take care of the child when they do.
This is what is breaking my heart for Mauwa. They called Mauwa back to the orphanage for the time we were there, which thrilled her. Why? Because during holidays she has to go back to her village and live with her uncles. Norman told me that she doesn't like this because they don't treat her well. . .and often don't feed her.
I don't know what to do with this in my heart. Here she is my responsibility to love and pray for. . that's what sponsorship is, right? And she is hurting. My heart aches for her. Will you join me in praying for her safety? Praying that she has enough food to eat? Praying that God turns the hearts of those in her home village towards her? As an adoptive mama, I just want to scoop her up and protect her from all of this, but I can't.