There is an estimated 3 000 babies abandoned in South Africa each year. Colours of Hope continues to donate to as many as we can reach. Please spare an item of clothing for a little one.
Below is an account given by one of our (youth) volunteers.
My name is Ammaarah, I am 20 years old. Yesterday I experienced something that rehsaped my understanding and outlook on life, love, respect and the importance of giving. I realised that “charity” is not just about generously donating money but more beneficially, the time and energy you spend in the path of giving to others. This is the real sacrifice, this is when I felt the impression of appreciation.
This was my first visit to the Chris Hani Baragwanath hospital (maternity ward) with the dedicated and selfless Colours Of Hope team, as part of their continuous “Baby Project/Drive” distributions. I did not know what to expect, but I went with an open mind, a yearning to step out of my comfort zone, a beginning to step out of my secure and privileged environment and to just have the intention to bring smiles to as many mothers as possible, as they opened their baby packs filled with baby clothing, diapers, blankets and many new baby toiletries, a beautiful gift to welcome their babies into this world.
What I did not expect is to have met many beautiful, innocent and pure little souls that were kept in a very underserving room for the “abandoned babies”. This is the moment that moved me. I had the priveledge of holding onto a dear little baby boy who immediately stopped crying as I picked him up, he was covered in a mere cloth that needed changing and a diaper much too large. There he was among four others (in that particular ward) just like him in a room much too stuffy, an innocent little boy with no sense of what his future held.
As I looked into his eyes, my heart weighed heavy with guilt and unease. I looked at his little fingers and held back my tears as my whole understanding of life had changed. All I could do was hold him a little tighter, stroke his tiny body and say a little prayer for him, but that little that I did for him, meant so much more to me.
The nurses at the ward are busy. I didn’t expect them to hold each baby in their arms all day because this is really not possible. This was a distinctive moment in my life, a moving occurrence, one that I will never forget.
I am grateful to be a part of Colours of Hope (youth wing). We hope to change perspective among the the youth and build a more compassionate South Africa. For me, one baby at a time. This experience has opened my eyes to “real” life for so many out there. Please support Colours of Hope in all their endeavors.