| Susan
Tabia became an orphan at the age of 14 with the passing of her
father; a mother at age 30 with the birth of her son Simba James;
a widow at the age of 32 with the passing of her beloved husband.
And at age 40, Susan embarked on a journey of faith that would
lead her from the relative safety of life in Kenya into the refugee
camps of Northern Uganda, responding to God’s persistent
call –
“ There
are orphans who are suffering and no one is taking care of
them…”
Susan and
her husband left Sudan for the United Kingdom soon after they
were married so that he could pursue a Masters Degree. It was
here where their son Simba was born. And it was here that shortly
thereafter, word would come to Susan that her husband had been
killed in a train accident.
His death
led her back home to Juba – the southern capital of Sudan,
and a city in turmoil due to the increasingly violent struggles
between the north and the south. “Many were suffering in
Juba. I remember the orphans, just standing outside the hospital.
There was no one helping them.” When the war in Sudan broke
out, Susan and Simba were unable to leave Juba because of Susan’s
health – a heart irregularity and a bout of Malaria prompted
Susan’s employer to send her to Nairobi in the hopes of
securing better medical care. A doctor’s note became their
ticket out of Juba, which would soon become a center of activity
in one of the longest running civil wars in African history.
It is in Nairobi
that Susan first had a vision for the life that God was calling
her to. “I realized that God was always with us – me
and Simba - because He sustained us in difficulty. If we could
help someone in need, we had to find a way…” Susan
wanted to return to Sudan. But as the war dug its deep roots
in the earth of Southern Sudan, and Susan’s childhood home
was destroyed, she realized that there was nothing left to return
home to. Her family had been scattered throughout the continent
of Africa – Sudan, Uganda, and Egypt. It is at about this
time, that Susan started dreaming.
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She laughed
nervously a little as she told the story, realizing that to some,
hearing from God in dreams may sound absurd. But she said, “Four
times I dreamed this dream – that I was to come to a refugee
camp – that there are orphans who are suffering and no
one is taking care of them. When I told people about this dream,
they were opposed.” she said. “They must have thought
I was crazy,” she laughed. Even Susan’s son Simba
tried to persuade her to come and stay with him in London where
he was going for schooling. “I wanted to go,” Susan
admitted, “but I knew that if I went anywhere other than
the refugee camps, that I would not find peace.”
Susan’s
sister, who was living in Cairo at the time, believed in the
vision God was calling her to, and vowed to help support her.
At age 40, alone and still battling with health issues, Susan
made her way from Nairobi to Adjumani – a town of refugees
just south of the Sudanese border in Northern Uganda. Having
never been to Adjumani, and having no family in the area, Susan
arrived without a proper place to stay, equipped only with the
few personal belongings she owned and a conviction that God was
calling her there. “But I did not know how to find the
children,” she recounted. “I didn’t even know
where to begin.”
But then she
found the first – baby Robina – crawling in the bush.
She took the baby around and began to ask about the whereabouts
of the parents. She learned that the mother had passed just one
day after Robina’s birth, and the father, who was young
and afraid, had simply disappeared. The widow who had been watching
over her had fallen ill. So the baby mostly cried.
A malnourished
and under-clothed 2 year-old, Robina was so weak that she was
unable to sit up on her own. After seven days under Susan’s
care, she was walking.
When people
began to learn of Susan in Adjumani, many started to come to
her with other children. Because Susan did not have a permanent
place of residence – the refugees she lived amongst struggling
for their own survival and provision - she could do nothing but
visit the orphans. The home she found for Robina was only able
to keep her for two weeks. Soon Susan began dreaming of a home
and a piece of land where she could live with these children.
With money
she raised from selling gold bangles and clothing in Kampala,
she was able to purchase one tukul, or hut from the elders of
Adjumani. Thus, Amazing Grace Orphanage was born. The tukul became
too small as people began bringing the children to her one by
one. Susan’s sister continued to send money, and she continued
to scrape by, eventually increasing the buildings to two.
As Susan continued
to live out the vision God had called her to carry, the hearts
of those she encountered continued to be moved. One friend led
her to the Netherlands Embassy, who gifted her $9,000 to help
in her efforts. Another helped draft a project proposal and secured
additional aid from the United Nations. The tukuls increased.
The children continued to come. More clothing was purchased,
and beds, medicines, and mosquito nets were brought in.
| “The
children were once like animals. The lived without love.
Now they are doing well in school. They were miserable
without school. Now there is hope that they will become
responsible. They listen. They know God. They know his
forgiveness. They know what love is. They are happy. And
it is better to struggle with them than to be without them
at all.” |
When visitors
came to Adjumani to see for themselves the lives that Susan’s
work was impacting, hearts were forever changed. What started
as a vision to find orphans in Adjumani, expanded up into the
war torn region of Kajo Keji in Southern Sudan. As peace began
to settle in, the Mother’s Union brought her to Kajo Keji,
and what she saw there was devastation unmatched by Adjumani.
The orphans there were numerous, and had experienced all too
closely the impacts of war having lived through the worst without
escape – many having been witness to the death of parents
and siblings.
Again, Susan
went to the local elders to plead for land on behalf of the orphans.
And again, with the aid and kindness of visitors moved by Susan’s
story – this time a group of Canadian Evangelists – the
first three tukuls were built in that region, birthing the second
orphanage which was to become St. Bartholomew’s.
Susan’s
vision and compassion for those in need has extended far beyond
the compound walls of Amazing Grace and St. Bartholomew’s.
It has spilled out into the villages and towns, and into the
lives of the widows, the lepers, the sick and the dying.
Today, Susan
works with IWASSARU – The International Widows Association
of South Sudanese Refugees in Uganda – and continues to
work tirelessly to provide support for the orphans, widows, and
disabled victims of the war who are living in refugee camps in
northern Uganda. Lovingly referred to as “Mama Susan” she
is a faithful friend, advisor and partner to the Lahash team.
More
information:
Amazing
Grace Orphanage Website
Susan
and the team in Sudan would like to create a children's home
for
infant orphans. “These
children – they
depend on others." she said, "And they are increasing in
number. When I dream now I dream that
God provides the funds to increase the number of children we can take in
the orphanages. We would like to create more centers. Keeping
babies is so hard – we
need more staff for this – and people are bringing us babies everyday
that we have to turn away. I pray, that if God will it, that He will continue
to bring more children…"
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