Brotherly Love

Last Sunday, I visited an orphanage that the Congo Initiative continues to assist. There were approximately 18 children crammed into a small mud thatched house. A new child was just brought to them. The mother passed away shortly after giving birth. The family tried to feed the baby “hard” food and as one might expect, this did not benefit the child. He came to the orphanage at 6 months and was severely malnourished. His name, translated from French, “Thank God”.

An orphanage is actually rare in Beni. And, in many instances, the orphanage only acts as a temporary residence for the children. It provides time for the child’s family to make necessary arrangements. More proof of the beautiful community. Street children are rare. Families take care of each other and take in those who are in need. What amazed me was the dedication of the women or mothers at the orphanage. In a context that is often desperate, they set aside their livelihoods in order to give love and life to the children.

My friend, David, pointed out one day a young girl, about 8 years old. As it begun to rain, she quickly picked up her little sister (not necessary biological), threw the child on her back, as she ran for shelter. “They learn to take care of each other at a very young age,” said my friend. I noticed this same kind of brotherly love at the orphanage. An older child helping another eat; picking up one if he or she fell; holding hands; always looking out for one another.