Every day, in common conversation, you hear people talking about the dead.
So many die. So many are sick. I stop myself from asking, "Why did she die?". The answer is painfully obvious.
A few of the Net Buddies gather to look at photos of themselves and their friends on my computer. I ask, "How is Boitumelo?". The children look down. I ask, "Where is Thabo?" The children look away. I don't need to ask why.
The sudden quiet, the turning of the head, the staring at the wall...that is the answer to my question.
HIV/AIDS is so pervasive. So many are sick. So many die.
The millions of dead are a silent explosion. The HIV/AIDS pandemic is a bomb-burst of trauma. It is an all pervasive, threatening specter of disease that eclipses the children's current happiness as well as their hoped-for futures.
So, I stop myself from asking.
The silence we share is an homage to the dead.
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What a wonderful young girl. This was very touching Dana. I'm more excited than ever now. Patricia
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