Dear Prayer Team
Hello our dear prayer team.
This week has been rough.
Our head trauma counselor Roselyn came into Essy and I’s office and said, “I have a secret”. She went on to tell us that a Social Services employee from the northern region of Malawi just sent her a “sex tape”. Earlier this week they contacted us and said there was an emergency case needing to be sent our way. Normally we are not able to receive cases of sexual abuse from outside of our community due to the lack of space in our safe home, but sometimes we make exceptions.
The principle of a school in this community from the north filmed a video of himself with a young girl. In the video, this principle begins by explaining that he will pay the fee for her to attend school if she has sex with him. She begins to explain just how much she wants to go to school and agrees to the arrangement. While continuing to film, he begins to have sex with her.
One of the teachers of this school is this man’s daughter. His daughter has a daughter, which means that this video is of a grandfather having sex with a 15 year old. The video ends after 5 minutes with the girl repeating over and over again, “Tomorrow I’m going, tomorrow I’m going, tomorrow I’m going” expressing how much she wants to go to school.
The video was leaked and many people across Malawi have now seen it, especially in her community. She needed to get out of the area as quickly as possible. The man fled to Zambia and the police were not able to capture him. We share this because sometimes it all can get heavy. Just before thiYesterday an 8 year old was accepted into our program and when she entered the compound you could tell she was visibly struggling to walk. Her own father dislocated her hip while abusing her. Knowing that we have your prayers and are not alone in this means more than you know. Please pray with us.
With Love, David
In the words of Mat Kearney’s “Runaway”-
“Walking the lost streets, no one ever shares
Cry yourself to sleep, waiting on a little prayer
Bags are by the door, hearts are on the floor
There’s a bottle full of tears on the dresser drawer
