EDOU extends a hand of love to fatherless 6-year old Bridget

February, 2013
Kiboga, Uganda

Whenever Brian visits the children in their homes or at school, he shares his experience with friends. Recently he with the team of volunteers visited a helpless widow.

On our recent visit to homes of EDOU children in Kikandwa, we met a family devastated by life tragedy, the family of a 34-year old widow, Annet Nakakandde with her 9 orphans. Nakakandde lost her husband in a car accident last October.

Nakakandde takes a deep breath before she talks about our ordeal. “It was a normal day like any other,” she narrates. “But little did I know what lay ahead for me and my family. My husband left home to go to the market. The next thing I heard was someone tell me my husband had been knocked dead by a speeding car... he left us helpless!”

At first, I was lost for words. What do you say to this young helpless widow and her orphans? But then I picked up myself. I remembered that He who is in me is the comforter of souls. By this time the children were seated around their mother, listening to her as she talked to us. They were quiet and looked hungry but you could tell they are happy to see visitors in their home, typical of African children. I stood up. I walked towards where Nakakandde and her children sat, leaving my colleagues about three metres behind. “Do you mind a prayer?” I inquired. My colleagues and I were surprised when her facial expression seemed to say, “that’s what we needed in the first place!!” Down on my knees, I went. Nakakandde and her children followed. With my hands stretched out to them, we prayed trusting God to intervene in their situation.

After the prayer, there was a sense of restored hope. It was visible in their faces. I felt joy inside my spirit. Everybody’s eyes shone with joy. Our souls were filled with thanksgiving to the Lord for having given us the opportunity to meet people’s spiritual and physical needs.

EDOU was not able to support, in physical terms, this family in its entirety but my colleagues and I felt something in our spirit. Turning to Juliet, I said; “I sense God is telling us to do something for this family.” “Why not?” she replied, “I mean... you have always done that – trusted God and He has come through for us, many times. Let’s trust God to use us to sponsor at least of the children.” God could not speak louder.

EDOU picked on Bridget, the 6-year old girl. EDOU shall give her an education. I have lost count of how many “bye uncle, bye aunt” we replied to that evening!

Every time we do such visits, it is usually a long hectic day. We move from one home to another, and this day was no exception. By the time we left Bridget’s home (the last home we visited that evening) it was coming to 1800 hours, and everyone on the team was pretty tired and wanted to take a nap in the car’s backseat, everyone, except for Pastor Freddie who had to fight off fatigue and drive us back.

You would think that as the wheels negotiated the tarmac on the 70km road back to Kampala, I would take a nap. I failed. I was meditating, deep. I remembered one afternoon I was standing beside EDOU signpost at Kikandwa when one guy called his colleagues. They were about six men. Pointing at me, he said; “This is the guy who runs the organisation that put this signpost here.” Everybody looked at me intently. Before they could say a thing, I interrupted, “When I look at this faded signpost I gain strength.” My comment surprised them, I could tell. The looks on their faces seemed to ask, “Strength, strength from a faded signpost?” The guy who called his friends continued; “The signpost has faded but we have not seen what the organisation is doing.” Before he finished his statement, the man whose motorcycle I hired to ride me around the village visiting ‘my’ children returned with my change. He started telling them how he rode me around the village to supply children with uniforms and other scholastic materials. They went dump!

Back in my seat with Pastor Freddie on the steering wheel, I was asking myself. “Does this man have an idea of how Bridget and her family have been blessed today? But then I could also hear the other voice say, “Maybe the man was right. EDOU has probably not done much as expected. Maybe it is true,” I thought. “But,” I remembered, “It is also true we are touching one life after another.”

When we reached Kampala my team and I shared the maize, avocados and bananas our children gave us from their gardens. Everyone went home, Pastor Freddie going last after dropping each one of us at our homes. It was one of those days.