HOUSE OF MOSES (ZAMBIA) Child Rescue Success Stories
No Crib for a Bed: A Christmas Story of HopeThe morning train to Lusaka was bursting with sound and color. People were crammed four across on benches normally meant for two. Boxes and bags were everywhere, as well as several caged chickens who were squawking out their accompaniment to the loud music blaring from the tinny speakers. Amazing Grace was playing. How appropriate, the grandmother thought – except perhaps for the chickens, she added to herself with a smile. It was Christmas morning and the train was packed with people traveling to be with their families for the Christmas holiday. Everyone was so happy. The young mother hadn’t seemed very joyful, though. The elderly lady looked down at the tiny baby in her arms, and then looked anxiously out the window again. The mother should have been back by now. She was just a girl, really. And she hadn’t looked well at all. Too frail. Weak even. And she had had such an odd, sad look in her eyes as she handed over her baby. She had been traveling for hours and hadn’t brought any food with her, she had said. She wanted to go buy some bread and fruit from one of the vendors on the platform. But where was she? The last of the passengers were climbing back onto the train. The grandmother could hear the conductor shouting their eminent departure. Where was the mother? In a panic, the grandmother realized that the train was starting to move. Suddenly she caught sight of the young girl on the platform. She was just standing there, staring at her. Why wasn’t she running for the train? What was she doing? Their gazes locked and in that brief instant, the young mother’s heart was laid bare. Tears were streaming down her thin cheeks. Her mouth moved in one word: “Please.” And the grandmother understood. As she lost sight of the girl, she looked down at the baby. So tiny. The grandmother lifted the blanket and saw the newly cut umbilical cord, still covered with fresh blood. The baby couldn’t be more than a few hours old. We don’t know what the young girl’s story was. It is likely that she was ill and knew that she couldn’t care for her infant son. But she had hope that he could find a better life, and so left him in the care of a kindly grandmother. The young girl chose well. The elderly lady brought the baby to the authorities in Lusaka, who brought him to the House of Moses, a place of refuge for high risk infants. Most of our babies come to us as AIDS orphans, their sick mothers having died soon after giving birth. We named the little Christmas baby Emmanuel. He has since been adopted by a Zambian family that was praying for a baby boy. He is now thriving in a loving home and, as his mother so desperately desired, this little boy’s hope for the future is indeed bright. Perhaps it had something to do with the day he was born – and the one he is named after.
Mary and Joseph A little girl and boy were born on July 29, 2005 in Lusaka , Zambia . The mother named them Mary and Joseph before succumbing to a brain tumor. The tiny twins were left motherless and would have died - like so many other abandoned newborns in Africa - had they not been taken in by House of Moses. After several months of tender care, you can see from the photo that Mary and Joseph are now healthy, happy babies. They have become favorites of the staff, who report that the twins are always holding hands! Now that Mary and Joseph are stable, House of Moses will help them transition to a new home - with family members if possible, or with a loving foster home. |
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Ricky Ricky's mother died from AIDS soon after he was born. When he was brought to House of Moses, he was severely underdeveloped and lethargic from malnutrition. It was feared that Ricky would also test positive for HIV, and the staff held out little hope for his survival. Weeks passed. Ricky clung to life and began to gain weight under the staff's tender care. However, he couldn't hold his head up or sit up by himself. Although by this time he was thought to be at least 11 months old, Ricky appeared to be completely unaware of his surroundings. A retired physical therapist from the US visited House of Moses and began to work with some of the babies, including Ricky. The therapist introduced simple exercises and play routines, and the results were nothing short of miraculous. Ricky gained head control, trunk control, gross grasp and a wonderful smile complete with a heart-melting giggle. Ricky is now around twenty months old and is not only walking but running around the nursery at House of Moses. The staff reports that he is a very playful, happy boy. Also miraculously, Ricky has tested negative for HIV, and his future - which once seemed so hopeless - is now bright with hope and promise. House of Moses has begun to look for a foster family who will love and care for him as he grows up. |



