She was 7 years old. She came to our VBS that we were doing, just a mini-skirt, and nothing else on. She was a cutie. Her dad, Capitan, is a good friend of the Vanderkoois. She died today, after being sick only since Sunday.
We went to the compound where the koo kina mati was going on, about an hour after she died. They hadn't wrapped the body yet or buried it. All the men were sitting outside the compound, and all the women were gathered around the family and the body, weeping and wailing. Capitan is currently in nursing school in the capital, so when he got the call that his daughter was ill he headed home, but he didn't make it back in time. His other children were wailing, crying for their dad. This scene happens all too often, and since I have been in Chad, I have been to 3 koo kina matis, and there have been several other deaths as well. Last weekend, 3 infants died within a few hours of each other. I went to visit a lady named Masana who will probably die soon. On the way to visit those who are sick, I meet more who are ill.
How long, oh Lord? How long until you redeem the earth? Until there are no more tears?
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