Nakadingidi

July 22, 2010



There is a village on the outskirts of Wobulenzi, across the town’s only paved road: a
place known for its poverty and darkness, even to those living in devastation in other
parts of the city.

Along the road, a child cries, naked, except for a thin fabric thong. His exposed thighs
are covered in the brown mud he is sitting in, outside of an open doorway, close enough
to the road to share close quarters with a trash heap, full of rotten banana peels and old
bottles. Other children run wild, dressed in an array of old cast off clothes – pink, faux
fur jackets paired with old gym shorts, dresses a Baptist preacher’s daughter might have
worn for Easter, years ago, paired with plastic flip flops. One girl sports mismatched high
heels – one black, one a faded shade of ivory, turned dusty grey.

Families crowd into small, tarped shelters. Ashes spread between them, the signs
of old trash heaps, or food, cooked and devoured long ago. Alcoholism and drug
abuse runs rampant and the signs of its damage can be seen in the children running
loose in the streets. Here, prostitution, witchcraft and polygamy are commonplace.
This is Nakadingidi, a grouping of low, cinder block buildings and sheds that Wobulenzi
Pentecostal Church has targeted for ministry. 

Together with the help of Align Ministry, the church here seeks to provide help and hope to those who live in captivity to the darkness present here.

Donate to Life With Hope, a ministry reaching AIDS victims in the area with food, medication and basic necessities

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