World AIDS Day
December 7th, 2007 by nathanSaturday was World AIDS day which we spent with Rick and Kay Warren’s church in Orange County California at their global summit on AIDS and the church. Rather than write about the celebrities and powerful people in attendance, I thought I would instead tell the story of one of the women who make rugs for us.
Based just outside of Nairobi in Kenya, Beacon of Hope is an incredible business. There is not enough time to tell you of everything that it does – from HIV education, vocational skills training for women infected with AIDS, providing jobs making rugs and garments, looking after the orphans of those women who have passed through their business.
They describe the Kware Slum where they work: Depression, the resultant alcoholism and promiscuous living also lead to a high level of HIV infection. The fight to survive has led many to prostitution. It is no longer surprising to learn of families where the mother and her daughters are engaged in commercial sex, many times with the full knowledge and reluctant support of other needy family members. As these men move from hovel to hovel and sexually take advantage of these women, they leave behind a deep sense of hopelessness, disease and bitterness. After some time, the women become skeptical and they are driven by bitterness and hopelessness to infect others with HIV even by choice.
My wife and I have three of their beautiful and simple rugs in our home, and every time I see them I remember these women. Here is one of other stories..
Jerusha’s Story
I worked with my vet husband in Isinya, Kajiado District, which is not too far from here until he died. It was then that I discovered that I have AIDS.
Now, I don’t live very far from Beacon of Hope and when the people here started visiting us in our homes and bringing us food, talking to us, giving us medicine and telling us things we could do to keep healthy, and all about God, I wanted to know more.
So, when I heard that they are training women to weave carpets and earn their income in this way, I decided this is what I was looking for.
This scar on my neck…I got it in 1989…it goes all the way down my chest. I got it when a pressure stove I was lighting exploded in my face and my clothes caught fire.
This happens to many people in the slums because we cannot afford the safer cookers other people buy. We have to rely on the ones that use paraffin, …sometimes they are not made very well.
I thank God I can see, eat, and talk. There’s nothing I can do to change how I look. My beauty is gone, I can’t covet another person’s, I can’t change who I am, I can’t change the fact that I have AIDS, I don’t like to keep the hurt inside, sometimes it wells up; only crying for a long time can remove it.
Sometimes I feel like I could do something terrible. I don’t have friends where I stay, I don’t visit and I’m not visited. I live alone and I have to deal with my problems all by myself, this is because I have AIDS and people think I wanted to get it.
Sometimes I get sores and I itch but I have a cream, and I cough so I get medication and that helps. The house payment is a burden. It may seem like very little money for others, but for us it is still a lot of money and sometimes we don’t have it.
When the men come looking for us, they give us money but they also give us disease. We become weaker and weaker. We need to keep away from them. I have watched many of my friends die because they don’t realize this. I need to keep myself alive.














