On Saturday we went with Yvon to Kaville, a camp for displaced persons since the earthquake, January, 2010. Twice a month Yvon delivers drinking water to the tent dwellers. From the moment we arrived we felt like we were in the right place and where we were needed.
Kaville is located on a public soccer field, located behind a gated community. They have no running water and depend on outside help. Many of the children suffer from malnutrition. When we first arrived we tried to introduce ourselves in our simple Creole, and walked around speaking to everyone. Very quickly we were accepted by everyone, especially the children. They took us by the hand and wanted to take us to their (home), they said: “vin lakay mwen.” Which means “come to my home.” The children led us carefully through the mud since this was the day after a week of heavy rain. Mostly women were in the tents who welcomed us with great joy. It was a moving experience of hospitality and simplicity.
There was an elderly woman who came up to us and said: “Mwen grangou!” Which means “I am hungry!” We did not have anything to give her.
In one of the tents we met a family who looked very happy. In the midst of them was a tiny new born baby, we felt like we were in Bethlehem. Next to the baby was a live chicken, pots and pans, and other simple necessities.
There is something moving us to do more…