Africa 4. The look of an old and mature soul, grasped in a body of 2 years old, when his actual age was 6.

Love is so powerful.

Leviticus 20:13 “If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them.”
Lust. Deadly sin. “Their blood is upon them”.

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When I was in Kenya the first place I was working in was an orphanage. The very first day I was welcomed and started my work as a volunteer. Only after a few days in the children’s home, I noticed one boy. A boy that became the most significant part of my African experience. A boy that was looking at my eyes with the deepest look I’ve ever found in a human being.

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The look of an old and mature soul, grasped in a body of 2 years old, when his actual age was 6. A six years old that a couple of month ago was rescued by the local people, after he was found in an empty house with no food, or any supplies, all alone, left by his family. His body was incapable of moving, his hands and fingers were like a stone. With no possibility of moving at all, in a cold room, all wet by himself, he went to physical and psychological shock which cost him his ability to move. As I understood later, a son of a father in a prison and a mother – drug addict, he was one of the most lovable creatures I’ve ever seen. While I am writing this, my tears are crashing on my Ipad. And it is not because I feel sorry for him and the injustice to have an unfortunate life, but because I am not sure if I will ever see his spanless look again.

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And I miss his deep, gorgeous eyes, and the way his was grabbing my arms, when I was taking him to the hospital, or before our daily mini exercises, when I was doing my best to give a healthy body back to this soulful eyes! Kelvin. His name was Kelvin. When I was working with him, he was not capable to tell me his name even once. His brutal experience has made him mute. I hoped and I still do, that he will talk again one day.

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Do you know, my readers, when my mother was still alive, I remember she was talking aloud with the flowers spread all over our house? Me and my sister was joking with her and at that time, telling her she is crazy, but my mother always used to tell us that everything alive feels and understands the energy and the vibration when you are talking. It doesn’t matter that animals and flowers don’t speak our language, they can feel our love, and they need our attention so they can grow and flourish, more beautiful than ever. So I have grown up with the idea that it is the same with people – sometimes you don’t have to see the world in the same way or to speak the same language to make them understand you, or to help them “grow and flourish” so they can share their inner beauty.
So while I was seeing Kevin every day, I was talking to him, and even though I knew he could not answer me, it didn’t bothered me. I knew that we were not speaking the same language, but I was sure he would understand me. (I was speaking in English, but even though it is an official language people there use their native one – Kiswahili). I knew we were having this strange, but strong relationship between us, stronger even than when he was clutching a part of my hand with his fingers when he was feeling pain, or when he was feeling afraid because of his post-traumatic shock. He was causing me pain because, he trusted me, and I knew that. This, regarding my life observation about people, is the simplest reaction. When we feel in pain or in danger our first instinct is to cause pain to those closer to us, who are living our lives through the eyes we see it. In my future articles about Africa, you will read a lot more about Kevin. He is a permanent part of my life, my memories, and me. He is Kevin – my man, my big and strong man and I am praying everyday for his sake. He is going to be what we call “normal” again, I am sure of it. But now I mentioned him because during our therapies, I met another African man whom I trusted later. He was the doctor who was helping Kelvin with his incapability of walking. I am paying great respect for him and I truly value his opinion, kindness and help during my stay. He once had the possibility to talk with me on a topic widely spread and spoken in Kenya. The topic, which I choose to speak loudly about in my second “LUST” article of “Seven deadly sins” by FEED YOUR HUMANITY. I have many things and information that I consider it was very interesting during my stay, regarding my  observation about Africa and it’s traditions and culture. It is lust? Namely, the topic about homosexuality.

To be continued…

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