Siyabonga's Story.

Remember this guy?

Sweet Siyabonga. The perfect face that melted my heart during my last visit to South Africa.

Several posts back, I talked about how I went out and bought him a new wardrobe for $20. After that small purchase, I was talking to a friend about my plans to send him some clothes, but that I hadn't been able to find any warm clothes for him, since our seasons are reversed and it was hard to find winter clothes during our summer season. Coincidentally (or not so coincidentally), my friend had a carload of her little brothers old clothes that she was going to donate to a thrift store. She took me to her car and in her trunk were trash bags full of Siyabonga-sized winter clothes. I'm talking hoodies, blue jeans, dress pants and even a suit coat. All of which seemed to be the perfect fit. I remember us looking at each other with huge smiles on our faces and her saying, "This has to be a God thing!"

And it was.

I packaged up the clothes, along with some photos of us that I had taken during my first visit to South Africa and a letter written in his language, with the help of a friend's translating skills.

Is he not the most handsome thing you've ever seen? I can't handle it. He's perfect.

This year, I got to see Siyabonga every Wednesday at one of the feeding programs that I volunteered at.  We got to spend a lot of time together, playing, dancing and laughing. He got to be a kid. He got to receive undivided attention. He got to know what it felt like to be loved. In his community, it isn't common to receive that kind of affection, and it showed. It took a while for him to get used to all of the attention he was getting. I could see the overwhelmed look on his face the first day that I saw him and ran up to him to hug him. It was almost like he didn't know how to be loved.

But don't worry, he warmed up quick and hardly ever left my side.

The last Wednesday of my trip, which also happened to be my birthday, was the only feeding day out of the whole two months that I was there that Siyabonga did not show to. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to this little boy that i'd spent one day a week, slowly getting to know and gaining trust from. 

UNTIL...

One day we went into his community to pick up two other twin boys to take them to the closest city to celebrate their 15th birthday at McDonald's. When the boys were asked if they knew where Siyabonga lived, they said that they did and agreed to show us his house. On the way to his house, we drove past a field where I spotted Siyabonga playing soccer with a friend. You can probably imagine my excitement.

We got out and asked Siyabonga to take us to his mom so that we could ask her if it would be alright if he came with us for the birthday celebration. Whether she understood the conversation or not is beside the point. She let him come with us, after her first time meeting me. She trusted me with her son. I thanked her for allowing him to come and told her that he was very special.

Here in America, McDonald's is not hard to come by. There is almost one on every street corner. But to a little boy who has probably never been out of his community, much less even know what a Happy Meal is, that day at McDonald's could have very well been the best day of his life. And knowing that I got to make that happen for him, pretty much made it one of the best days of mine, as well.

The relationship I built with this boy is one that I cherish dearly. I noticed him in a crowd of children. I responded by sending him clothes and a friendly letter. I stayed true to my word and came back like I had said I would. I showed him that he is special and addressed it to his mother so that she might show him, too. I changed this boy's life through french fries and an Oreo McFlurry. Something so simple that so many of us take for granted. And seeing the joy that I was able to bring to him was way better than any belated birthday present I could have asked for.