Today I met with Mama Penny. She is a gracious and lovely woman, but she is also a strong woman who takes no nonsense from anyone. Mama Penny bought one of our solar lights a year ago to provide light in her home in Kampala, even though she lives in an apartment that has electricity, the service from the electric company is so expensive and so bad and the load shedding is so frequent, she highly values the light that the solar lamp provides.
I asked her if the lamp was continuing to provide good service, and she told me, "No, I no longer have the lamp." Oh No! I knew she had valued it so much, so I feared that it had been stolen or broken. This is the story of Mama Penny's lamp (in her own words, as best as I can recreate from the story she told me).
"Several months ago I read in the paper about a women who lives in a small area near my place [Mama Penny has a farm outside of Kampala where she grows vegetables, off of the Hoima road]. The woman had five small children, and was written up in the paper because she had just given birth to four more. GIving birth to quadruplets is unusual, and by a small miracle, mother and babies all survived. I decided to go visit this woman to see if perhaps I could provide for her some small comfort or food."
Mama Penny traveled with a friend and their driver to the place where the woman lived, but of course there is no road sign or place marker in that rural area, so she kept asking along the way "Do you know the woman with four babies?" and each person would point her a little further into the bush. Finally a man on a bicycle agreed to show her the last few turns down the dirt path by strapping his bike to the back of the car and then sitting on the hood of the car and telling the driver to turn left here, right here until they stopped in front of the house.
"The little wooden house was leaning so far over to the side that we had to lean over ourselves in order to enter the door. We found no one home, except the four tiny babies. One was on the straw mattress on the floor, the other three had rolled off the mattress and were on the floor. All of them were crying. All of them were naked. Since there were four of us, including the bicycle man, we each picked up a baby and tried to stop the crying. Then we went looking for the mama. But we could not find her. We walked down the path and finally found an old blind woman in a house nearby sitting in her chair. It was the babies grandmother. I asked her, 'Are these your grandbabies? Where is the mama? Why aren't you caring for them?" She told me the mother had gone off to the stream to wash the clothes and the big sister was caring for the babies while the mother was away. We looked for the big sister but could not find her."
"The bicycle man went to collect the mother from the stream where she had gone to wash the clothes. When she got back she found the 'big sister' asleep under a blanket. She was so small under that blanket that we had not even noticed her. We thought it was just a rag piled in the corner of the house. It turned out the big sister was a young girl of 6 who had arrived home from her long walk from school, she was hungry and tired, and without any food until dinner that night, had dropped off to sleep, even with all four babies crying she was so tired she did not wake up."
The mother and grandmother began to berate the big sister for falling asleep, but Mama Penny intervened. "She is just a baby herself. And she has walked all the way to school and back today and is tired and hungry. Leave her alone. Where is the father? Where are your relatives? Why did you leave the babies alone with just this other baby?" It turned out that the father had run off, not being able to live up to the demands of this latest family responsibility, and the only other relative was the blind Grandmother.
Since the mother had been found, Mama Penny left the food that she had brought and went back home. That night she couldn't sleep, thinking about the mother, the big sister, the other children, and the four babies. Their house was about to fall on them, they had no light, no water nearby, not enough food, no income. So the next day, Mama Penny went to the market and bought some necessities: flour, millet, cooking oil, other foods, a tadooba (kerosene lamp), and parrafin (kerosene) and took them to the family. They were very grateful for this unexpected largesse and Mama Penny went back home. Again that night she couldn't sleep because she thought about the danger of the tadooba: there was no table or shelf to put the lamp or the kerosene, so it was just put on the floor near the bed. She worried that the children would drink the kerosene, or tip it over and cause a fire, which would catch the straw mattress, the wooden home and thatch roof on fire.
So the next day she woke up and went back to the family, this time taking her own solar lamp to give them. She had been using the solar lamp (a d.light Nova) and loved it, especially because it has the ability to charge phones as well as provide light. But she decided the woman with four babies needed it more than she did, so she gave it to her with instructions on how to use it, and explained how she could charge up her neighbors phones to earn a little bit of income.
"She still uses that light, and it is still working, and she makes a little money each day charging up phones for the bicycle man and other neighbors, so she has a bit to buy food for the babies."
Mama Penny visits the woman from time to time, checking in on her and providing some assistance. The family is a long way from a stable life. There is still so much need, but at least they have some little bit of income and someone to watch over them. And Mama Penny needs a new solar lamp.
"Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened." -- The Buddha