

As an employee of Hospice SA it is amazing how I would attempt with my entire being to avoid entering our Pediatric Ward in Soweto. However my passion gets the best of me all the time as I try with all my might to bypass the ward. I am drawn by the little cry or laughter that fills the corridor. Entering the ward always has the same effect on me: a lump in my throat, tears streaming down my cheeks and a knot in the stomach. As I visit these little people from crib to crib there may be a silent cry “Why Me” or “Please Love Me” perhaps “Hug Me Please.” I stand dumbfounded as I watch dedicated “Care Giver”, Nurses and Doctors working with so much love and compassion. Some feeding, diaper changing or just holding a crying little one. At time when I am able I would dig deep and contribute to the care. Occasionally I just want to flee from the scene and justify my actions for not caring – How can one so tiny endure so much! How can one turn and run when the need declares this is not fun! How, how do you ask this tiny being to hold on, because tomorrow will be a better day! I salute all hospice workers – you make working at hospice worthwhile. Thank you Stacy and Team for touching the hearts of our Nation. God Bless.
Regards,
Mrs Eugeny Maraba
Center for Palliative Learning, Head of Department
THE GIFT
By Gift Khontyaphi
My Lord I ask you now,
Help us children and me;
To grow up until we die.
I thank you Jesus,
Because you help me when I'm sick,
I thank you Jesus for our mothers,
Our doctors, our sisters.
They love us so much.
Please Lord help me
To grow up until I die.
I have lots of sickness
Since I have been small
Now I am better
I feel well.
To feel sick is not good
I feel tired
And don’t want to drink my medicine,
I feel sad, I want to see and be with my family.
To die is not alright.
Don’t think about dying.
If you think,
You are going to die fast.
Because to die is not alright
I want to grow up,
Grow up until I die.
My HIV is not alright
I want to drink my medicine
Please Lord give us Power
I know children want to grow up
But if you don’t take your medicine
You will die
I feel bad, I feel sad,
I feel naughty, cross and angry,
I feel everything has been stolen from me
My life has no control.
It makes me want to be naughty
Please Lord help me.
My Lord I ask you now,
Help us children and me;
To grow up until we die.