Thursday, February 29, 2024

Go well Baby Ruth

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Baby Ruth was introduced to this cruel world early last year by a single mom…… a frail looking woman with matchstick limbs and a gaunt face – obviously as a result of many years of poor health, hence the devastation and ravaging of her body! Baby Ruth was a very pretty baby……with dashing looks – curly hair, dimples that seemed permanently etched on her cheeks, thin lips and what in the ghetto parlance is commonly referred to as “colour yandeke” – attractive skin colour!

She was constantly a topic of discussion regarding her true paternity…..was it one of those Chinese men terrorising the shanty compounds in pursuit of vulnerable women? Was it a Caucasian? Or perhaps a man of Asian origin? Although the lady had fingered a certain local individual as the one responsible for the pregnancy, the locals dismissed it as a bad joke!

“There’s not a single day we’ve seen that embicile sober…..” they’d say. “Moreover, he’s as dark as the Devil himself! There’s not a single chance in this world he could’ve fathered that child.”

Had she been born in a privileged family from one of those leafy suburbs, she could’ve definitely made it in one of the commercials or easily graced magazine front page covers and indeed billboards as a brand ambassador for a wide range of products such as baby cereals, diapers, apparel among other things.

It was clear right from the word go there was no place for her in this cruel world! Isn’t said, “Naked we came into the world and naked we shall depart?” Well…….for Baby Ruth though….this would be a grim reality for the next one year and a month she’d spend on earth.

Delivered in a poorly lit, windowless room on a bare floor save for a worn reedmat as her mom could neither walk nor afford transport money; she didn’t have the opportunity of interacting with other babies at Under 5 clinic, either! It could obviously have been a scandal for her to turn up at Under 5 clinic naked! Her clothings were simply scraps of material fashioned out of old clothes. Even as she started learning how to crawl or try to stand, she did so in her birthday suit……away from the probing eyes!

Baby Ruth belonged to a family of eight……an extremely poor family. Although they equally shared a life of squalor and poverty, those in the neighborhood usually referred to them as a family of scavengers! While the 4 older kids, 13 to 17 year old siblings seperated only by a year headed into different directions every morning to scratch for scrap material or even vegetables from the dumpsites, the younger ones took to the streets to ask for alms. School things weren’t on their minds, of course!

It’s hard to fathom how human being could live in such precarious conditions – raw sewer could be seen spilling from an overflowing pit-latrine until it mixed with water from a clogged drainage to form islands of puddles right across the yard. The overpowering odour filled the air and wafted straight into the block of flats as a trail of a swarm of green flies seemed to be in constant hot pursuit. Some kids could also be seen engaging in horseplay totally oblivious of the overpowering stench. Since residents didn’t enjoy the luxury of piped water, their source of water was a shallow well not far from the pit latrine resulting in stomach infections from time to time.

Whenever Baby Ruth started crying, she would go on forever. She would desperately try to pull or slap her mother seeking for attention who in turn would thrust one of her floppy breasts into her mouth……and then another…..but there was either little or no single drop of milk, unfortunately! This would obviously infuriate Baby Ruth; prompting her to shriek even louder as she threw her tiny limbs around in protest. Once the mother succumbed to obvious exhaustion, she would just abandon her on a stained thin mattress on the floor and watch cry.

Once Baby Ruth had fallen into a deep slumber, her mother would drag herself to the doorway to make fire. She would then ask her younger kids to pluck out some green mangoes, tiny ones for that matter, and roast them on the fire. They would then suck on them as much as possible until they experienced a feeling of food into their stomachs.

On a good day, her two sons would return home with economic packs of mealie meal. Depending on the situation, they’d settle for a meal of plain porridge or nshima with boiled bondwe leaves or some tiny tasteless dried fish called Kapenta.

The rain season would always bring with it its array of challenges or problems. Whenever it rainied cats and dogs, water would find its way into the small room through various openings in the roof……well, merely a collection of cardboards, plastics and metal sheets on top of the roof leaving the entire floor flooded. The family would wad through the water until they found a safe spot to huddle around. If they thought their woes were over once the rains petered-out, then they were in for a rude shock! Mosquitoes would immediately come pouring in fast and furious, mercilessly stinging on them as they drilled irritating shrill sounds into their ears. While the elderly ones tried flapping away or smashing the mosquitoes, Baby Ruth could only watch and cry helplessly as the mosquitoes tormented her!

As if this wasn’t enough, a flood of cockroaches would equally invade the room from crivices in the wall and nibble at tender parts of their bodies as rats scurried around waiting for an opportune time to gnaw at their feet or ears.

During the day, Baby Ruth would stare at the strangers questioningly…… obviously wondering what share of trouble those humans had brought with them. Noone would ever figure-out whatever turmoil went through her little mind.

Once she had started cutting her teeth, she would cry into the night; lack of baby cereal definitely aggravating the situation! She had to make do with the less nutritious porridge which the adults consumed.

One morning, her little body seemed to give up. She was having trouble breathing. She couldn’t even eat or drink anythingvat all! Her mother hastily collected some roots and leaves from this tree and that tree and made a concoction. Unfortunately, the situation kept deteriorating and mixed it into a bottle. When this couldn’t bear any effects, they had to rush her to the doctors! As the doctors tried to fidget around with her body trying to find veins where to jab a needle to replenish her blood, they couldn’t trace any.

It seemed she was done with this cruel world….she was on her way back home……away from the grinding poverty…….away from a possible life without a future……. away from all the pain and misery……..away from debilitating illnesses…..away from excruciating poverty!

The funeral itself was a low key affair…..only a handful of mouners showed up. There was only one vehicle to take the remains of Baby Ruth to the cemetery……. mouners had to find their way on foot…….some good 40 kilometres away! There were no speeches….no one was there to give a speech. There was no one to read her life history…….Not even a church service as the mother never belonged to any church! The coffin was simply a collection of ordinary white washed particle boards nailed together.

Such is life in the shanty compounds. What do you think, should reproductive health be encouraged?

Prince Bill M. Kaping’a
Political/Social Analyst

3 COMMENTS

  1. Ask Violet Zulu of Ngombe komboni. If you are talking about abortion for pleasure, it can’t work. Abortion is permissible if granted by a qualified clinician only when life of either mother or child is in grave jeopardy.
    Do you mean women in shanties shouldn’t mother owing to destitution? Don’t children of Salama Park, Woodlands, Ibex or Roma Park die? Overcrowded places like Mutanda-Bantu in Kanyama shan controlled sexual productive methods needing no contraceptives than the affluent areas do. Children in villages and compounds are assets from whom it is hoped that one day a Baby Ruth or Baby John if not ending up dead would turn things around. It is this death fear that contributes to mothering as many as the womb can deliver.

  2. There’s real extreme poverty in these communities but bad as it maybe it shouldn’t be used as an excuse to promote termination of innocent lives of unborn babies.
    What governments should consider is to encourage organisations to set up adoption centres for such children.
    Termination of pregnancies whether voluntary or inevitable carries with it a lot of trauma for the person involved.
    Based on moral and spiritual principles abortion or termination of life without any medical threat should be discouraged in our society.
    Also encourage reproductive health education targeting vulnerable groups if possible at community level. Involve these women in some productive ventures for income generation using the now famous CDF.

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