"Mom, we're a laughingstock. We die a laughingstock."Please read these thoughtful words written by my roommate on the above quote.
-- Allan Nerutanga, as he died in Zimbabwe's cholera outbreak, grieving that he would never rescue his parents from poverty.
What do we do in the face of something so huge...and yet so manageable? How do we restore those with a marred identity and loss of dignity, bring about change and empower the sick?
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