Refugee Widows Desperate for Help
In Buduburam Refugee Camp we have widows who are crying for help! I cannot just walk on by. I need to stop. I need to help.
Each one of these widows has a deplorable story. With their permission I will share them with you. As I read these, I thought of my own dear mother. What if this was my mother in this refugee camp. What would I do for her?
Mama Mabel fled the civil war in Liberia and came to Ghana on September 2, 1994. This is part of her story. “My husband and my daughter were killed during the war while on our way to exile. The rebels grabbed my husband and accused him of being a government soldier and killed him. My daughter was later raped and murdered by one of the rebels’ general. I escaped and followed others till I reached Ivory Coast, and then Ghana. That experience has ever since been a disturbance to me. My life on the refugee camp is by God’s grace. My health is not very good. There’s no fitting place to sleep and food to eat” Mama Mabel sleeps in a 4 x 4 room with only a blanket, no mattress. She has a lot of pain in her legs. I am asking God to help us meet her needs.
Mama Elizabeth says “My husband used to work at Robert field Airport, before the war broke out. He took good care of his children during that time. He advised that we should move to Ghana so as to save our lives. On our way, trying to cross the many checkpoints, my husband was taken by the rebels where they murdered him before my eyes and his children. However, we followed other groups till we reached Ghana. In Ghana, life have been difficult for me. I sell kerosene and do other menial works to care for my eight children. Not one of them finished high school. I had five girls, all give birth to babies, because nothing to do. My children and grandchildren we all live together in one hut. I lost two of my children already.”