- Published on 12 October 2010
Haurralde Note: Yoaquina is one of those children / as contained in the gruesome statistics of deaths from malnutrition and preventable diseases in the Third World. Crossed our path and at a glance we marked the heart. This note is a tribute to Yoaquina, his short life full of hardships, and to all her children as contained in these statistics. Numbers after which there is always a name. Patricia transcribe the note he found on his visit to Yoaquina village Nhamatsane in the city of Chimoio, Mozambique.
A princess named Yoaquina
(1998 - September 27, 2010)
His name was Yoaquina, Yoaquina Pedro, the name was that of his father he never knew, was his paternal grandfather. He put his mother, who was not Yoaquina to dry.
He was 12 when we met her, tall and big eyes.
Never knew what it was a toy, or a new dress, or all those pleasures that the world reserves a few / few.
Yoaquina worked since childhood, collecting waste in landfills and hauling water to the hut of mud and straw, his hometown.
His body was weak and was marked by years of malnutrition and disease. I could barely move in his small room on a humble blanket.
I do not know if you ever had a dream, do not know if Yoaquina imagined a better world.
I know a sad evening in Mozambique, looked at me with big eyes,
and said goodbye ... so without much fuss, hardly breath.
We put him among the first new dress ... but she did not see,
Princess for a day princess for eternity!!
Then I thought the world should know that you died Yoaquina hungry, that you wanted help not arrived on time.
Let your body skin and bones, got bigger and outgoing these, your huge black eyes!
Let everyone know Yoaquina, who arrived on time, to cure your hunger for years, give you a toy .....
Everybody knows your name Yoaquina, Yoaquina Peter, you had 12 years and who killed you .. poverty, hunger .. the injustice of the modern world.
Yoaquina living in Chimoio: