The baby's name is nkosi Johnson.
1989 One day, nkosi was born. Because his mother is an AIDS patient, he was born with HIV. The doctor predicted that the child would only live for nine months at most. His dying mother threw nkosi into a South African refugee camp in despair.
As the smallest refugee in the refugee camp, nkosi showed tenacious vitality. Nine months later, his heart was still pounding. Nkosi learned to speak. Nkosi learned to sing and dance. However, although everyone sympathizes with the poor little guy, they always avoid him.
The news about nkosi somehow spread from the refugee point. An ordinary white woman named Johnson came to the refugee site to visit nkosi.
Johnson is a very kind woman. As soon as she saw nkosi, she held him tightly in her arms, crying "poor child" and tears welled up in her eyes. Nkosi snuggled up in Johnson's arms, feeling warmer than ever, and he couldn't help mumbling "Mom". Johnson promised and held him tighter.
Later, Johnson often visited nkosi in refugee camps. Every time I come, I don't forget to bring a gift, which makes nkosi very happy. One day, Johnson was going home. Suddenly, nkosi grabbed her hand and said, Don't go back, stay here with me every day. Johnson felt a tremor in his heart. That night, Johnson tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. She suddenly sat up in bed and said to her husband. The husband did not answer. He knows that what his wife thinks must be done.
In this way, before his second birthday, nkosi finally had a mother who was with him every day. There is a smile on his pale face. He said to Johnson, "Mom, we will be together forever, okay?" Johnson picked him up and said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, we will be together forever!" " "How Johnson hoped that his love would drive away the disease and that nkosi would have a long and bright future.
However, after examining nkosi, the doctor told Johnson that the child could live for six weeks at most.
Johnson couldn't believe that nkosi would die so quickly. When he was born, didn't the doctor also say that he had only nine months to live? But he has stubbornly lived until now! Johnson said loudly to nkosi, "I don't believe it, and neither do you. We all have the courage to show people that you will live well! " Nkosi nodded in a daze.
Johnson's family is not rich, but she has love that gold and silver can't buy. Although she didn't have the money to buy expensive drugs for nkosi, she worked out a set of "adjustment therapy" for him. Johnson said to nkosi with a picture, "Mom's therapy is very rustic, but it is absolutely useful. Can you cooperate with her? " Without thinking, nkosi loudly replied, "Yes"!
One day, while reading a newspaper, Johnson suddenly shouted excitedly, "nkosi, someone invented cocktail therapy for AIDS. Hey, mom can also mix cocktails! " Johnson is really an expert. She squeezed a full glass of bright yellow orange juice with a juicer, then put some green cucumbers on it, and finally embedded a red cherry in the mouth of the cup. Nkosi was so chaotic that he gulped it down. Johnson smiled and applauded and said, "It's called a happy cocktail. They are all vitamins. Nkosi will be fine after drinking! "
Six weeks later, nkosi didn't die. On the contrary, under Johnson's careful care, his condition stabilized, which surprised even the doctors. One year, two years, three years ... nkosi grew up gradually. Although he is still so thin, his big eyes are clear and pure.
Nkosi gradually became sensible, but his big eyes could not help looking straight at the cruel reality. One day, nkosi went out to play and saw a group of people pointing at him. He used to see him, and those people ran away as fast as they saw wild animals, screaming in panic, "AIDS is coming, run!" "
When he got home, nkosi grabbed Johnson's arm and asked in a trembling voice, "Mom, tell me, why are they so afraid of me that they will run away as soon as they see me? They also said that AIDS was coming. What is AIDS? Is AIDS terrible? Am I AIDS? " A series of questions made Johnson a little reluctant. There was a tense ideological struggle in Johnson's mind: Should I tell nkosi the truth? After all, he is still so young. Can he take it? But even if he hides it, he will understand it one day. Will he be more vulnerable?
Johnson held nkosi in his arms and told him everything in detail. Nkosi was trembling slightly. Johnson hugged him tightly: "nkosi, are you afraid?" He nodded gently. Johnson held him tighter. "Don't be afraid, mom won't let you die easily. Aren't you already alive? You will continue to live, and you will grow up to be a man. Nkosi, what do you want to be when you grow up? "
"Mom, I haven't decided yet. But will I really grow up? "
"Yes, you will. Now you are 6 years old, and in the blink of an eye, you will be 16 years old and 26 years old. But I also want you to know that you will encounter very, very great difficulties on your way to growth. You have to be prepared and don't get down when you encounter any blows! "
Nkosi put her arms around Johnson's neck, wiped her eyes and said, "Mom, I promise, no matter how hard it is, I won't come down. But you must promise me that you will never leave me! " Johnson nodded and the mother and son huddled together.
Two years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the time has come 1997. Now, nkosi has been open to himself and others. He said to himself, "I am HIV-positive, but I am also a normal child." But two things happened in succession this year, which made him almost lose his courage and confidence.
The first thing is that his biological mother was finally killed by AIDS. When the bad news came, nkosi was so sad that he lay in bed for several days.
The second thing is that Johnson's husband suddenly ran away from home. That day, a terrible voice came from the next room. "Now, you make a choice, either give up nkosi or we divorce!" This is the voice of Johnson's husband.
"I swear to nkosi, I will never leave him. If you have to make a choice, it's the only one. I will honor my promise to nkosi! "
"Bang-"Johnson's husband slammed the door, leaving Johnson crying behind him.
Nkosi went to the next room and immediately hugged Johnson: "Mom, it's all my fault. I made my father angry. I don't want you to separate! " Johnson is still crying. I don't know how long it took, but she suddenly realized that nkosi had disappeared. She was surprised and searched all the rooms, but there was no sign of nkosi.
At the moment, nkosi is squatting in the street. He has decided not to go to Johnson's house. He would rather go to the refugee point again. He thinks that Johnson's mother has done enough for me and can't cause her any more trouble. But what would life be like without her love? Nkosi more think more feel terrible. He thought, cried and fainted in a daze.
Johnson was worried and found nkosi in the street. She woke him up and kept saying, "Come on, let's go home. I can live without my husband, but I can't live without you! " Johnson picked up nkosi and walked home. A string of tears rolled down from the corner of nkosi's eye.
Another year has passed. Nkosi is 9 years old. She is old enough to go to school.
Every morning, nkosi would sit by the window and watch other children go to school with their schoolbags on their backs. He asked Johnson, "Mom, why can't I go to school?" Johnson thought for a moment and replied, "Because you are ill." Nkosi asked, "Didn't you always tell me that I was a mentally healthy child? I am not afraid of being tired, I have to go to school! "
Johnson sighed, which school will accept an HIV carrier? Nkosi walked over and held her face in her hand: "Mom, you have the courage to take me home, and now you should have the courage to take me to school." Johnson shook nkosi's hand and said seriously, "nkosi, it's not easy to go to school. Let's try it. " After a long discussion, the mother and son finally chose a public primary school in Johannesburg.
The school didn't expect nkosi to walk into their school and regard AIDS as a scourge. They were embarrassed for a while. They first asked nkosi to indicate that he was HIV-positive on the application form, and then rejected nkosi on the grounds that the government did not have relevant regulations on the admission of AIDS children.
Nkosi Jr. questioned the school in a trembling voice: "Isn't this discrimination? Although I am an HIV carrier, I am also an ordinary citizen like everyone else, and I am an innocent victim. I want to go to school like other children! "
In the face of nkosi's protest, the school turned to a meeting attended by parents of students, in an attempt to shift the responsibility of refusing nkosi's admission to the parents of students. Unexpectedly, half of the parents disagreed with the school's decision. They thought that nkosi also had the right to education, and an honest parent informed a newspaper about it.
The reporter rushed to Johnson's home. Nkosi Jr. cried with injustice. He told reporters: "I not only want to go to school, but also let everyone know that their discrimination against AIDS patients is wrong." People with AIDS are also human beings and deserve social care and help! "
The reporter's report was published, and nkosi's appeal touched countless people. Three months later, nkosi finally got the admission notice and became the first AIDS patient in South Africa. The public also launched a campaign to donate money to nkosi. Nkosi and his mother Johnson decided to use this donation to set up a fund named "nkosi House" to help children abandoned by their families because of AIDS. He said to Johnson, "mom, now I know, just like me."
In July 2000, 13 International AIDS Conference was held in Durban, the eastern port city of South Africa. After learning the news, nkosi wanted to speak at the conference. Johnson is very supportive: "Tell your mother what you want to say, and her mother will print it out for you on the computer." Nkosi cocked his head and asked Johnson, "I have never spoken on the stage. Will I be afraid to see so many people looking at me? Johnson replied: "Don't be afraid, you weren't the only one who spoke on the stage at that time, because you represented AIDS children all over the world!" " Nkosi nodded heavily.
On the day of the meeting, nkosi came to the meeting early. He is wearing a decent little suit that Johnson bought specially for him. He looks so thin and skinny. He sat quietly, because he was so inconspicuous that the adults who attended the meeting didn't notice him. However, when he stepped onto the platform and delivered a touching speech in a tender voice, everyone was shocked.
"My mother died of AIDS, and I was born with HIV. I am now 1 1 years old. In the past 1 1 years, the road I have traveled is too difficult. I think many people are indifferent to AIDS patients now, but what AIDS patients need most is help and care. In fact, AIDS patients are different from ordinary patients. " But they don't understand the fear and fear of AIDS patients ... how I hope everyone in this world is physically and mentally healthy, and I hope there will be no more diseases in this world! How I wish I could live! "
When nkosi walked off the platform, thousands of reporters gave him warm applause. Nkosi threw himself into Johnson's arms and whispered, "Mom, I can tell you now. When I grow up, I want to be an AIDS teacher and give lectures all over the world so that more people can understand AIDS patients. "
Nkosi's name soon spread all over the world. Then, he went to the United States to attend another conference on AIDS. However, at this time, the fierce AIDS virus attacked him. Shortly after nkosi returned to South Africa, his condition began to deteriorate.
That day, before going to the hospital, nkosi, who had a high fever, said that he wanted to go to school first.
When nkosi came to school, maybe he had a premonition that this would probably be his last class, so he listened carefully. When the teacher asked questions, he raised his hand, but he didn't answer. The students smiled kindly and he smiled himself. He scratched his scalp and said, "Teacher, I just want to hear you say it again."
Nkosi has been admitted to the hospital, and his condition is getting worse. 200 1 Early May, nkosi suffered from diarrhea and convulsions, and her emaciated body shrank day by day. Although he was tortured by illness, he still tried to smile at people who visited him.
The hospital stopped treating nkosi, and Johnson took him back to his home in the suburb of Johannesburg. Looking at nkosi in a coma, Johnson recalled their ten-year journey together, and could not help but burst into tears. ...
In June of 1 year, at 5: 40am local time, nkosi, who struggled with the disease for 12 years, passed away in his sleep. Although he finally failed to overcome the disease, he became the longest-lived AIDS patient in the world with amazing perseverance and tenacious fighting spirit.
Johnson was heartbroken. She murmured, "son, you have finished your game." You did your best. You have awakened many people and brought hope to AIDS patients. I'm proud of you, son. You are a hero! "
On June 9th, in Johannesburg, thousands of people from all walks of life from all over the world held a grand funeral for nkosi. There is a photo of Zhang En Corsi hanging in the hall, and his eyes are particularly bright and clear. His famous words were written on the commemorative banner: "Care for every child and orphan infected with AIDS!"
Former South African President nelson mandela said that nkosi is an example of how a person should face setbacks and disasters!
Only one bottle of water persisted in the ruins after the earthquake until it was rescued; Drifting on the vast ocean for four months; Lost in the virgin forest for half a month; These are symbols of strength and have created a miracle of life!