Ndenge ngai yeba te kanisa

(HEY, are you listening?)

I said "Ndenge ngai yeba te kanisa".  (What you dont understand?)  I said ....."Ndenge ngai yeba te kanisa!!!!"  (what, dont you get it, you dont understand what I am saying?)....I said, "ngai te kanisa...NAGI KOLINGA YEBA!

One can only barely imagine what this must be like. In the precious mind of a 3 (or is it 3+) year old, and you have no idea what anyone is talking about.  

You only know that there is a mean farenge with her ugly 10 gage needle pointing at your prescious skin, she want to steal your soul again.... and again and again.

The ones they told you who would be your Mama and Papa. Who would be "nalingi bino" for you, now and forever.  They help the monsters in yellow, hold you down,  repeatedly remove part of your soul.

Blood draws. These were rough times, people.

"te te te te te....   te te te te." said with a clicking/spitting sound ("te" = no).  All we could do is try to speak in soothing tones and use "shush, shush, shush" - a rather universal soother.... of sorts.

It is hard to decide which is better.  Seeing the near incapacitated combativeness of a feverish child in obvious misery as a opportunistic infection ravages his body.  Or to have a fully conscious, nearly cured boy, who feels nothing but contempt and anger at the sharp, unjust pain he is repeated given.

I know it is for his own good, and perhaps he would have died without it, ....but man, these have not been easy times. 

Lest just say we have good news that things look very promising for Jerimie's release from captivity tomorrow.  Then it will be the long process of trying to find ways to repair the damaged psyche of a kid who now has had his Attachement Disorder level reset way back past zero.

Keep up those wonderful positive thoughts, friends.  It will give us strength for the hard work ahead.