Thursday, August 30, 2012


This is the story of one of the precious young mothers that walked into my life recently and again, my heart was burdened for her. No matter the situation, the cause, the wrong decisions or choices, or sin – I know that I am called to help her. Jesus loved the sinner, such as I. He loved the lost and broken and needy and helpless…no matter what the situation. And I am called to follow in my Savior’s footsteps. And so…as this precious young, scared mother sat and cried on my couch, my heart was so touched and moved to do everything I could to help her…and I wanted to share her story with you.

“Hello, my name is Amina and I am 27 years old. I am 2 months pregnant. My parents died when I was very young and I have been living with my sister and her husband for most of my life. It has been very hard for us to get food and live all in the same small house. My sister’s husband struggles for work and we all just pitch in whatever we can to survive. I have been in a relationship with a man for a while and it was through this relationship that I accidentally got pregnant. The guy that got me pregnant committed himself to take care of and support me if I ever got pregnant. But when I did get pregnant, I called him and to talk to him about it.

He was so mad at me and could not stand me anymore. He said he was not responsible for the pregnancy and that I should abort. He said for me to take whatever drugs would kill the baby and just get rid of it. He didn’t want to hear anything about a pregnancy and refused to admit that it was his pregnancy. I was so scared. I could not abort. I knew that abortion was probably my only option, but I just couldn’t do it. I was terrified for my life as well as my baby’s. I’ve seen many people lose lives in that way. Many girls in Uganda die from trying to abort on their own, and I didn’t want to die, but I also didn’t want to kill my baby. As much as I was so scared of now being pregnant with no help and support, I did not want to kill the baby. I reminded him about what he had promised about helping and supporting me during pregnancy, but he could not hold onto his promise anymore and he said he was not going to be held responsible for the pregnancy, so he denied me and the baby.

I talked to my sister and she was willing to help me. My sister is also pregnant, but she was willing to try to help me however she could since the boy had refused me.  But when I went to my sister’s house her husband said that he could not support two pregnant women. He said that it was too much for him so he kicked me out of the house. I cannot live with them anymore. After that, I knew I had to look for another option. So I went to one of my other sister’s house on one of the islands. It is very far from the main land and the boat ride is very long. My sister is honestly not doing well at all. She is very poor and her house leaks. She barely has any food and she told me that on the island there is barely medical access. It is very hard to get to the  clinic if anything goes wrong. If I got sick or if I had any complication with my pregnancy, I don’t know if I could get to the mainland or not. It is also very expensive to travel form the island to the mainland, and it is dangerous. My sister’s house is also directly on the water’s edge, and the wind was so bad, I was so, so cold and I began to fear for my life and my health. I decided to leave. I didn’t know where I was going to go, but I knew I had to find somewhere safer closer to medical in case I have problems. I was so scared and felt so alone. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me. I thought about committing suicide, but didn’t want to kill my baby that way. So I had nothing to do but pray and keep trying.

When I came back, I called the guy that made me pregnant to see if we could talk and see if I could just go live with him, try to get a job, but at least I would have a place to stay. I thought he might still love me and might have changed his mind. He was angry with me, but yelled at me and said for me to bring my things to his house anyway, but he still hated me. But when I went to his house with all my stuff, I found the house completely empty. He was not there, and had packed up all of his things and left. So I called him again. Surprisingly, he answered and told me that if I called him again, he was going to come and beat me up. He said that he didn’t care if I lived or died. He was done with me.

I realized that at this point that I was completely alone. I had nowhere to go and no one to care for me. I sat down on the side of the road and just wept. I didn’t know what else to do. I felt so alone and felt that darkness was just surrounding me. It began to get late toward the night, and I didn’t know where I was going to sleep. I had cried and cried until I could cry no more. I had nothing to do but pray. And then I thought about the church. I thought I should try the church and see if it was open and perhaps I could sleep in the church. I checked the local church and it was open. So I went in and slept on the floor that night.

I ended up sleeping in the church for 3 weeks. I had no mosquito net and the mosquitoes were eating me at night so badly. I feared that I would end up getting malaria and having no money for medicine and no one to take care of me. I was so scared. So, I’ve been living in the church and trying to find some odd jobs during the day to buy some food to live on. It is really risky staying at the church by myself and I am too scared at night and cannot sleep there alone any more. Right now I have nowhere to go. I have no one to help me. I cannot live in a church anymore because they have started locking it up after they found out I was staying there at night. I am stranded. I have nowhere to run to. I need support as I am going hungry; I feel dizzy and tired and am honestly scared for my life.  I can’t believe that things have gotten this bad and I don’t know what to do.”

This was the story I heard today in my living room. Amina was brought to our home by a pastor friend of ours and I listened as she sat on my couch so worried about her life and her baby’s. As she told me her story, I could not stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. This young woman needs help, support, but most of all love. Love from other people and love from Jesus Christ. Please join with us in prayer over her life and her baby’s and the entire situation. We are now trying to help Amina as is best for her and her baby. She needs a mattress, sheets, blanket, mosquito net, food, medical care, pregnancy care, labor and birthing supplies, a place to stay and more. If you are interested in sponsoring Amina (and her baby) or helping to support her in any way, please visit our website here  http://kupendwaministries.org/donate    and indicate “SP Amina”. Thank you so much for your care, giving, support, encouragement, and love for these desperately needy mothers (and babies) in Uganda. May God bless you!


Thursday, August 2, 2012

Alice

 Alice's Testimony: 
" Greetings to you! My name is Nambozo Alice and I am 20 years old. I have two children already and am pregnant with my third child. I am 8 months pregnant. My husband is a peasant and we try to grow different crops to earn a living and support ourselves. That is how we get food and try to provide for our children. I am struggling with raising my children because we have no permanent jobs to earn a steady income, as our crops are not always certain to do well. But we trust God, pray, and believe that He will provide! When I was 5 months pregnant, I started attending the maternal and prenatal care at Kupendwa Ministries clinics and workshops that they do right here in my village. Before that, I had been very scared and worried about this pregnancy because for previous pregnancies I was not able to attend prenatal checkups and get any maternity care and I ended up delivering at home with only my husband and a local village woman helping me. I was very scared for my life, but I thank God that he spared me and my children and that we are all alive today.

For this third pregnancy, I was even more worried. We are very far from the clinic and again, up to 5 months pregnant I had received no prenatal checkups, vitamins, or care. I had no birthing supplies for my delivery. Money is very tight and my husband told me that he didn't know if we could buy all of the supplies that I would need for childbirth or any money for transportation to get me to a hospital. I had been feeling many more pains since very early on in my pregnancy than I had in my last two, and I was very scared that things would go wrong this time. I had very little hope of help and I was so afraid that I was not going to make it through childbirth this time. We have lost 12 women over the last year in our village due to childbirth complications and I was becoming more and more worried. But then I started attending Kupendwa's clinics and workshops and they have been such an encouragement and help to me. I have received so much teaching and support, as well as all of the birthing supplies that I will need for my delivery! God provided! I am now going into my final weeks of pregnancy with courage and anticipation of a blessed delivery and childbirth!

I am so thankful that Kupendwa is supporting us as women and mothers and that they care about our lives and the lives of our babies! I cannot thank them enough for their help and support. May God bless Kupendwa." - Alice