So, I’ve been here about 24-ish hours? actually almost 48. Every second
of every minute is one that is felt, and that is lived. There’s not
far to travel, so no time is spent getting from here to there,
Ironically enough, it takes about an hour to get anywhere, even when
your location is right next door. Every second is lived, every moment
counts. It sounds like an all-too poetic way to describe this place,
and as cliche as it sounds, it’s the absolute truth. I felt that as i
was walking from my door, to the parking lot.
it, life is life and change is change. I’m about to go visit a young man I had just met earlier today. His name is Massimo, a half-Italian and half-kikuyu boy, who was left at the doorsteps of an AIDS orphanage named Nyumbani right up the road. It turns out that both his parents had died from AIDS not too long ago, and he was left in the care of the Italian embassy. The boy was left without any knowledge of why he was being left behind at the foot of this Orphange, and was taken here, to the Coptic Hospital for medical care. I walked into his room, and he was
playing True Crime: New York City on the Playstation, not even recognizing that another person had come into the room. The boy was 14 years old, but looked no older than 7 or 8.
A young man named Patrick, from Minnesota came to visit Massimo, it turns out that Patrick works for Nyumbani and is spending 5 months in Africa for the very purposes of helping the children with HIV. We chatted a bit about the Superbowl, when Massimo said something that was rather disturbing, but very powerful, and relevant to this young man’s situation. He said:
“What’s the point of watching a football match, when someone is going to
lose. Even when your team wins. Someone walks away losing. What’s
And so I’m taken back to the hospital room with Massimo, where I’m asked the question that will haunt me for a long time “what is the point?”
The boyz!!: Moses Akoko, myself, George Ojwang!