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From: | "David & Jill Stevenson" <djstevo@quicksilver.net.nz> |
Date: | Tue, 24 Feb 2004 11:30:06 +1300 |
A little closer to home . Our family lived in Fiji
for five years . After a year of wondering why our monthly grocer`s bill
was so high at the local chinese shop . ( considering there were four children
and two adults in our family) My wife under cross examination
suggested I join her on her next trip into the heartland . I knew she ran
the Vatukoula Relief Society distributing weekly food parcels to poor families
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My eyes were opened
at the homes we visited and the sheer poverty everywhere. American and
other tourists just do not venture into the heart of Viti Levu . All they see
are swaying palm trees and the nearest cocktail bar . That is the
Fiji they know taking photos of what they are shown not what
they seek out.
I remember one Indian
corrugated iron leanto home we visited with the last of our food parcels.
The family had six children waiting to open the parcel . My wife ,who is more
observant than myself, after a long discussion with the parents as to
their particular needs, asked the parents where the seventh child was .
After an embarassed silence Jill looked behind a screen and we found an
emaciated starving child . We discovered that in a world of absolute pragmatics
the parents,realising they could not feed and clothe all seven children
confronted the heartbreaking decision which child to literally
abandon and starve to death.
Never again did I question our
grocer`s bill nor my wife`s better judgment of priorities.
David
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