Day 3

Today was a heavy emotional day. We traveled to 3 orphanages, all which varied greatly. Our first trip was to an HIV orphanage. Many of the children we interacted with had just returned from a morning at the hospital receiving their antivirals. This was evident in the low energy of several; however, most were excited to have visitors. We created arts and crafts, performed a dance the volunteers devised, played twister and numerous other games.
Many questions floated in my mind: How did the children get HIV? Why has their family deserted them? Why are they separated? It seemed apparent that a separation existed between these children and society. It seemed impractical to expect the children to live normal lives if they are labeled as having HIV, and are not properly integrated into society. I wonder how much they truly understand about the disease, because it is certain that society believes many myths.
Next we traveled to the state run orphanage, INFA. The bus stopped in front of a tall steel wall, with barbed wire securing the top. Once we were inside the facility, dozens of children stormed us; asking for anything they saw, a hug or their picture taken. I had bought a simple bead key chain made by the HIV orphanage, and 3 children asked me for it. I imaged that they owned no personal possession; and it seemed to be true, based on the fact that the entire time, I saw no toys. They were desperate for attention. Many of the children who jumped into my arms were soiled and wet, despite being older than 5. Evidence of abuse was clear in the behavior and appearance of many of the children. The majority of the boys had shaved heads due to lice. Children were hitting each other, and fighting; receiving no correction from staff- who seemed to have no presence or control. The scene reminded me of Lord of the Flies; survival of the fittest was all these children seemed to know. To escape the chaos of downstairs, I went up to the room where the infants were kept. Similarly, the babies were wet and soiled. There was 3 women staff for about 15-20 babies. I couldn’t say whether they were trained or not, but I think a caring attitude is almost more important; I couldn’t say if this was true or not either. One child in particular obviously required more intensive care. Although he was 7, he could not talk and suffered from many disabilities. His thighs were not even half the size of my forearm. He was obviously sick because he had a fever; later when I returned to his crib, his face was in a puddle of vomit. No one seemed to notice, or care, so I told one of the staff who eventually cleaned him up. The situation at INFA was very discouraging. I find it difficult to accept that any country would keep an institute in such conditions.
Last, but certainly no least, was a private orphanage. The institute was successful, and many of the girls went on to college and on to other bright futures. They also boasted a school that was bilingual, and a facility that outshined the others. It was uplifting to end the day on a positive note, knowing that better situations were possible.