Life Stories

Jeremiah's Story...

As told by his grandfather, whom he now calls father.

“My daughter, the mother to Jeremiah ran away from home and went to Kampala when she is still a young girl of 16 years.  After two years, she was brought back by a boda boda man when she is critically ill and pregnant.  We started nursing her and after four months, she delivered Jeremiah at home and by herself as we had gone to the gardens.   It was too much! Yes I accept we are poor but if we had known, we would get a traditional birth attendant to give a hand. 

After ten days of Jeremiah’s birth, his mother died.  The situation in which I was, I couldn’t even get a single shilling to take my daughter to the hospital.  After her death, I faced another challenge of feeding her son, whereby I had no money to buy him some milk or any other feeds.  He slowly started falling sick now and again.  This was within a period of three weeks.  I took him to Bukulula health centre where he was tested and found when he was HIV positive.  That is when I learnt that my daughter died of AIDS.

Cissy's Story...

Life was the worst thing I had ever thought of.  I never knew what life was without tablets.  During my early years, when my mother was still alive, we used to take tablets together and I thought it was normal and no-one could live without tablets.

Time past and my mother became very sick and eventually she died.  I was taken to live with my father. There I found that none of the family members were taking tablets daily. When I inquired, I was told that I had HIV which had come from my mother.

My family neglected me and none of them could play or eat with me.  I was forbidden to sit in the sitting room when we had a visitor. I began to believe that having HIV is a curse and whoever had it would be punished by death.  I suffered neglect yet I had nobody to share with. I decided to stop taking my drugs for six months, hoping I would eventually die.

Kennedy's Story...

Myself and my sister have been born HIV+ve.  Our mother is caring but our father is an alcoholic. We are very poor and when my sister and I fell sick we had no money to find the treatment we needed.

I had lost hope in life and lived one day at a time, thinking that the day of my death was drawing nearer.  One day, I was talking to Isaac, my friend; he told me his secret about the success of his life.  He was also born with HIV, lives a poor life but he was never like me.  “COIN cares for my life.” Isaac said. “Go to see William at Wellspring”. This I did and a few months later was told I was to be given a sponsor from the UK. Since then my life has changed dramatically. I now know that someone really cares for me.

When I get sick, my medical services are well catered for and I am given food supplements every month.  I had previously stopped playing football because I was always sickly, but now I play even better than before!

Elizabeth's Story...

My name is Elizabeth Nahamya. I have one brother called Obed Nokwe.  In my family, my father has died and my brother and mother are also disabled. Before the death of my father, he worked in people’s gardens to secure us some food.

When he died, we became a problem to people around us. They called us names and we were referred to as a cursed family. Being disabled is a big problem.  You are never considered a human being. 

My mother had to start looking for jobs but found heavy work difficult because of her disability.  Instead, I used to work on her behalf. However, the more I grow, the more my disability worsened and in time I could not perform heavy work either.  We were chased out of our home and had nowhere to live.  My mother started baking and selling pancakes but continually we had to move from house to house, trying to find somewhere to sleep.

Mahad's Story...

I am Ssekiziyivu Mahad, aged 17 year and I completed my S.4 last year. How can I summarize my life story? I have lived a hard life.  A life that I think even a slave has never lived. A life full of neglect, oppression, poverty and diseases. Thanks to Wellspring because for them, they accepted me…

...I think, I was born normal like other children.  I used to stay with my mother. What I remember, during my early years, I used to have frequent fevers and my mother always took me to health centres for treatment. 
At some stage, I could not even complete a month without falling sick.  This sequence kept on changing and it became more frequent.  In 2010, my mum took to me for HIV screening at Bukulula H/C. We never got the results on the spot but after three days, we went back to collect our results. That is when I was told that I had HIV.  Within the same year, Mum suffered terrible headaches which led to her death.

Florence's Grandmother's Story...

The grandmother of Florence Birimuye, a child brought into Wellspring in 2010 dying from AIDS, has sent these words of thanks to all the sponsors in the UK.

“When Florence fell sick with the same illness which caused the death of her mother, my daughter, I was in despair. Once again I saw a child of mine dying with no hope of assistance. Medcare, through UK sponsorship, has transformed our lives. Florence is alive and well and attending school. My family are well fed and have been provided with a new home and I am filled with joy. Words cannot express my thanks to all those so far away who care for us.”  

11 children are presently on the sponsorship waiting list. All urgently need assistance for their present health and long term survival.  

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