There was one little family, a mother and her two baby boys that immediately grabbed my attention. The mother is dying of AIDS, and her smallest boy, (who is 14 months, but looks like he is no older than 6 months) looked so sick, his skin was peeling off of his body in huge sheets, leaving red, raw skin totally exposed to the filth all around. They live on the streets, the mother (her name Nalubega) is one of four wives to a, well, I am not even going to type what kind of a man I think he is because it is not worth the anger and frustration it would take to do so. She sells herself on the streets for money, and can almost never make enough to feed her boys.
Nalubega - she is only 26 years old.
Little Julius.
Big Julius.
After the program we took them over to the clinic across the street, and checked them in. Nalubega and the smallest boy (Julius - well, she named both of her boys Julius, because it is their fathers name...) are both HIV positive, the older Julius is however negative, praise God for that. Little Julius also has serious pneumonia, and will die very soon if he doesn't receive some serious and immediate care. His skin falling off is due to the lack of bathing, he hasn't been bathed in months, and lives in dirty, soiled rags on the streets of Kisenyi.
I have spent the last 3 days in the clinic with them, it has been extraordinary to see just what a clean, safe place to rest, some real food, and hydration has done for all three of them. Tomorrow morning we are taking them to a home that specializes in these kind of situations, and we are praying praying that there will be a place for them. I absolutely cannot put them back on the streets, so something must work out somehow.
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