Many of you know I have a long relationship with a boy named Moses Pewee. In Liberia, I’ve witnessed many very strong family ties that extend beyond nuclear bonds to children that simply need a home and seamlessly get absorbed into the fabric of family workings. Then there are extremes of brokenness where basic parent-child bonds don’t appear to exist. Moses’s life story is indicative of family dysfunction born of brokenness, and in my opinion, basic selfishness.
At one time, both of his biological parents (his “born ma” and “born pa”) separated and found new significant others. His mom lived in the bush with a man who didn’t want Moses and his brother around, and the same was true for his father and his new partner. Neither wanted to care for Moses. Rejected by both sets, Moses was raised by his grandparents who struggled to support a multigenerational household with few income-producing skills exacerbated by declining health. Over the past year, both Old Ma and Old Pa Sibley died. Without elders to lead (more accurately Old Ma to cook and clean), most in the household departed – just 15-year old Moses and his twenty-something cousin remained to fend for themselves.
Over the last few months, relatives began returning (I’m sure because prospect of a free house was so enticing) and now there is a loosely knit cluster of relations inhabiting the family home. This includes Moses’s biological father and his “new woman”. All would seem positive for Moses as he now has a dad back to care for him. Unfortunately, this is not the case. His father has no work and can’t support him with food, clothing or school fees. Moses says the new wife dislikes him and has made life difficult – “she don’t love me”. Moses is now living with a friend.
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These stories are heartbreaking. I’m grateful you’re a friend to him Jon.
This is super sad Jon. I hope Moses is continuing to attend school.
Yes, tragic. Hopefully, you and the community can provide the support that he needs.
Moses has a painful unexplainable path. He has the challenge of knowing he is worthy of love when his birth parents haven’t demonstrated that. I pray that as he looks at the beauty of the sky, the trees, the birds- he sees the same glorious beauty in himself. Many of the spiritual speakers I read and listen to are, “wounded healers”. They’ve somehow used the challenging lives they’ve led to help lead and heal others. Give Moses a hug from me. And if he needs a sponsor for school, I’m happy to be that person. Sharon.