Aids Foundation - "Africa Alive Foundation" - Part I

Aids Foundation - "Africa Alive Foundation" - Part Ior sometimes ten grandchildren because their parents
My religious education classes taught me that theare dead. You know they are out there, you know
road to heaven was smooth, straight and paved withthem by name, and that is the reality from whence
gold but up until 53 months ago I had thought that ifwe came. Like soldiers on the battlefield, we now
there was a God, she must have a strange sense ofneed to take up arms and fight. Fight the hunger,
humour for I was definitely not on that road. Orfight poverty, fight the lack of education and, most
perhaps in this incarnation she had accidentally handedimportantly, fight the lack of medication that is killing
me the wrong road map. My life had been a series ofour people daily.
sporadic events, convoluted roads and numerousI don't think our meeting is a coincidence. I think you
unrelated specks scattered through time. Thenare reading this article for a reason, or maybe
suddenly a fierce whirlwind swirled all around me,because it simply reminded you of Africa. Rremember
swirling and twirling until it blew me 17,000 kilometresthe hunger, the poverty and the hardship
away from home. What I didn't realise was thatexperienced by our people, and remember that
those events were all interlinked, and were tightlytogether we can find a solution to Africa's problems.
weaving the very fabric of my being.There are enough intelligent people in the world
My name is Getrude Matshe. I am 39 years old and Itoday, enough gifted individuals who can make a
was born on one of the most fascinating continentsdifference in Africa, and the only way we can uplift
in the world. Africa is a tough continent that can takeour people, the only way we can uplift our race, is by
the heart out of your breast and crush it into dust,doing it for ourselves. For hundreds of years we
and the sad thing is that no one will mind. That is justhave sat by and looked to the west for solutions.
the way life is; no one will mind.For hundreds of years we have sat with our hands
My book "Born on the Continent - Ubuntu" is astretched out begging for world aid, waiting for help,
remembrance and an awakening. It is a reminder towaiting for medication to fight this pandemic that has
people like me, people who were born on theravaged our beloved continent.
continent; to remember where we came from.Well, my brother, my sister, help is not on its way.
Unfortunately, when most of us succeed and leaveHelp is not coming. We are the help, you and I. We
the continent we forget where we came from, wehave survived this disease for a reason, and it is only
have such short memories of what we have leftthrough our own efforts that we will be able to
behind. For once your stomach is full and you are norebuild our beautiful African continent. So please pass
longer hungry. The urge to help those who are stillon this baton, pass on this way of thinking to
hungry fades away. I hope my book will invoke someeveryone you encounter, everyone you speak to.
remembrance of the motherland and all we have leftLet's solve our own problems and let's solve them at
behind.a micro level by helping our immediate families, and
For those of you who have visited Africa, or whothen extending a helping hand to everybody else
have lived there before, these memories are for youaround us if we can. We can no longer rely on the
too. Africans scattered in the African Diaspora needwest to give us aid. We can no longer wait with
to remember that we have survived one of thehands outstretched like the beggars we have been
worst pandemics the 21st century has ever seen,for centuries.
the disease called AIDS. To have survived this isA dandelion scatters its seeds as far a field as
nothing short of a miracle. We are in the midst of anpossible to ensure the survival of that seed. A tree
undeclared war, a war that has left Africa ravagedproduces sweet, succulent fruit to ensure that it
by illness and disease, and you and I are theattracts birds and animals to eat the fruit and carry
survivors. We have survived for a reason.the seeds to more fertile ground. And so, too, Africa
My personal mission in this life is to try to make ahas dispersed her children into what we now know
difference to as many people on the continent as Ias the African Diaspora. I am one of those children,
can. If only I can sow the seed, and leave myand so are you. We are the seed that has landed on
footprint in the sands of time, my life purpose willfertile ground, and our survival will ensure the
have been fulfilled. I have survived in order to helpcontinuation of our dying race.
those who could not help themselves - the sick, theStatistics show that 25 million Africans are infected
dying and the HIV orphans in Africa. You, too, couldwith HIV or AIDS. Sixty percent of the world's AIDS
make a difference to at least one person in your life.sufferers are Africans and 16 million Africans have
It could be a relative, a child or an elderly grandparentalready died in the pandemic. AIDS has orphaned 12
who has been left to look after three or four or fivemillion African children.