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Hope as a whole

My world fell apart on my first hospital visit. I had already known I was diabetic, that my blood sugar and blood pressure were both high and I was very sick.
I didn’t think I was going to make it this time, the pain was excruciating. After being examined by the doctors they gave me the bad news about the toes on my right foot. They wanted to amputate three and at first I was quite upset but after really thinking about it, I knew I would still be mobile and able to walk. Then all of those feelings of acceptance went away after I had another doctor see me for a second opinion, instead of just three toes, it would be my whole foot. My whole world came crashing down and all I wanted to do was cry, how was I going to survive without my foot? I needed to still clean my house, walk to the shops and be able to look after my family.
After the operation, the doctors explained that they needed to amputate my right leg because of an infection which led me to the next part of my journey - ThembaCar…

Hope Inspired

I returned to work at Graceland after a week of study leave, walking down the pathway I noticed a sweet little girl on the swing, a new face I did not recognise. 
I immediately asked my colleagues and the children in my class if they knew who the new little girl was, she held back and she was very shy with the sweetest smiling face. Her name was Alice, her parents are known to be heavy drinkers, which resulted in Alice being slightly affected by Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, showing slight signs physically and mentally, but she is a dedicated learner always trying her best. Each morning it took a while before she could settle in and feel comfortable in the classroom, at home things weren’t easy as her parents used to get into arguments, resulting in physical abuse, which I could tell really affected Alice. At one stage she said to me that she wanted to stay at school and not go home, her words still resonate with me: 
" I don’t want to stay with my mommy, I want to stay with you, teacher…

Giving Hope

Every morning I watch Gugu arrive at school with his grandfather. Hand in hand they walk, Gugu always carries his black and red backpack, with his grandfather walking alongside him holding his hand each step of the way. 
I’ve heard from the other teachers that he lives with his grandparents but none of us are sure why. Where are his parents? One thing I do know is that this family doesn’t have a lot of money. Every day when I call out that it is snack time, the children rush hastily towards their bags with great excitement, wondering what their snack is going to be today - fruit, chips, sweets and or their favourite, popcorn.  Gugu on the other hand usually is the last to stand up, he walks slowly without any purpose to his Ben 10 backpack and before reaching in, he looks around to see who is looking, sticks his hand in and pulls out absolutely nothing. I’ve been watching him for the last week repeating this action over and over again.
I thought he was maybe embarrassed by his food, may…

An inkling of Hope

On a Monday afternoon around 3 o’clock, Village of Hope received a call from their social worker informing them of a baby boy that would arrive later that day. Anticipating the arrival of a baby of a few months old, to their surprise, the baby brought in was just over an hour old.
The Village of Hope staff sprang to action to ensure they had all the necessary requirements for the baby as they had never had a baby so small before; checking the donations for small clothes and nappies, heading into town to purchase new bottles, formula and other necessities.
The mother was young, HIV Positive and had just given birth to her second child with little interest in raising him.  She was reluctant to hold or console him, sitting in the reception area looking at the photos and around the office, paying no attention to her new born; she already decided to give him up for adoption.
There was a slight chance Solly would be HIV positive, he was given the necessary medication from the day clinic and…

Threads of Hope

Hired as a full-time domestic worker, Vuyo, who was also known as a shining light in her employer's lives, took it upon herself to help care for and assist her employer's very ill mother-in-law, Denise. Everyday Vuyo would wash, clean, assist and read to Denise. She went above and beyond what was expected of her and was by Denise’s side until the day she, sadly, passed away.  
As a way to thank her for all her loving care over such a difficult time in their lives, her employer, Debbie, wanted to give her a gift but she didn’t have the financial capacity to ensure her contribution would make an immediate but also a longterm difference in Vuyo's life. However, knowing Vuyo had an interest in being trained and having a wish to further her sewing skills, she came across Themba Training. She ensured Vuyo had enough time off from work and paid for her to attend their training programme as well as her transport costs,  Vuyo's hard work and perseverance paid off as she graduate…

A new life of Hope

This story starts off as a very sad one. Chuma, a young boy in Agape's Grade R class, was left in the care of his granny as his biological mother was a single teenage mother who chose to live far away from home. His granny tried her best to provide well for her grandson but was struggling to make ends meet. Chuma's life as he knew it changed early one morning when his uncle broke into their shack, attacked and killed both his granny and his aunt, all while he was in the room. This little boy was found, covered in blood, not being able to speak much about the tragedy that had taken place. When our principal heard about his story, she went to the home and found Chuma there in the very same room where the ordeal had taken place, as according to his culture it was necessary to remain in the home until after the burial of the bodies (more than a week later).

Chuma could not function after the extreme trauma he had experienced and would simply sit on the floor of that shack and hold …

A sign of Hope

Having recently become a volunteer at Mama Themba, Maria recalls her own encounter with the project that took place some years ago. 
Never had Maria and her husband felt so vulnerable and under tremendous financial strain as they did when they realised their second child was on the way. Maria’s husband was unemployed and she had been working as a domestic worker for a family until they found out she was expecting. Her employer and she had made an initial agreement that she was not to fall pregnant, and should it happen she would be let go. Fortunately they did keep her on until her pregnancy was fairly advanced but it was a very trying time for them.
The reality of being retrenched and facing such financial hardships put such strain on the young couple.Their living conditions were terrible and they lived in fear of being involved in the xenophobic attacks. They were searching for a sign, sending out a serious cry for help as they didn’t know how they could possibly provide a safe and he…

Persevering through Hope

At the age of 15 years, Fatima, the daughter of informal traders in Cape Town, came to a distressing realisation that overwhelmed her to the core - she was pregnant. Thousands of questions rushed through her mind - what would her parents think? How could her family afford to have another child when her mom was also pregnant? How was she going to bring up a child when she was only a child herself? What about her school? As she touched her swelling belly, even with all these fears rushing through her, she knew that she wanted this child. 
She took a deep breath and walked into the living area to tell her parents her terrifying yet exhilarating news. 
In the following weeks, Fatima was filled with a deep sense of hopelessness. Her school made it clear that she was no longer welcome, her parents were disappointed and had lost all hope. Fatima felt exhausted, betrayed and desperate for a lifeline. After searching for answers and a place to continue learning and growing, Fatima heard about Sc…