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My name is Sara Gebreyes. I work in a Police Hospital and I am a cleaner. Ever since I
gave birth to my boy, I am having a problem more than anything else- considering the social
and economical impact.
What does it mean? when you think about this boy, what do you see in the future?
What I mean is, till now I am taking care of him, thanks to God. I can shoulder him
but I don’t know in the future. I am not going to live forever, I will die. His father
won't live forever, he will die. We are meant to die. But my worry is; what's going to happen
to this boy? What am I going to do in the future? Am I going to close the door behind
him or am I going to leash him like an animal and leave him? It is a puzzle for me, I am
confused. I am stuck with him. I don’t have a social life. Whenever I want to go somewhere,
I beg my mom or my kids or neighbors to look after my boy. What can I do otherwise? Where
would I put him? He is not an animal you can't sell him or exchange him. God is a creator,
till he gives him a solution, I have to carry what He gave me. I don’t have hope in my
boy; I don’t think I will see him functioning like other kids, you know… going to school
and getting education. But on the other hand God is great, He will make my boy someone;
I am eager to see that one day.
How is the stigma from the people around you? 2:00 min
Some people say: 'It is because of her sin, her cruelty that this happened to her boy;
the other two kids are just fine but this one is because of her wrong deeds that passed
to her boy'.
When he tries to play with kids or when I take him out to enjoy, people point at him,
then I cry and take him inside. I am telling you the truth; I don’t take him out for
a walk or don’t bring him from my mom's place by foot. Because, if I walk him people
will watch him and even the kids will stop playing and look at him like something else.
Then I carry him on my back and say: ' Oh God what have you given me'. When he walks
he moves his hands and also he moves his head in every direction - he looks up then to the
side, so I don’t walk him and I don’t mix him with people.
I want to walk him but people say different things like 'why don’t you take him to the
church for a holy water; you are only concerned with your job and yourself'; but God knows
my heart and thoughts. So it is difficult to integrate him; forget other people even
my own relatives have a problem. I don’t even know what to tell you and what not to
tell you, it is a lot. I don’t even know how to tell you; ever since he was born I
am a prisoner. I am not yet released, may be one day when he is someone…