Sunday Jun 15 2008 comments World Vision's Step Into Africa--Kombo's Story By: Robert Scott -A +A My father and mother died of the big disease, and now I have it. Guests to the World Vision Step Into Africa were invited to write a prayer for the people of Africa. My grandmother has been hoping and praying for a miracle, but there are not many miracles on the AIDS Highway. The prayers are posted on the prayer wall. Every child has a story to tell. To sponsor a child, please visit www.worldvision.org. Grandma, do I have the big disease? I am sorry Kombo. It is likely you contracted the disease when your mother gave birth to you or when you breastfed. Get away from us or you will give us the big disease, they say. Children with AIDS are often abused and exploited. In the morning, she is dead. My grandmother tells me God will take care of me and so will she. Life continues, but people in my village begin to treat me differently. Along the way drivers may seek the services of prostitutes who unknowingly spread the disease. The AIDS Highway runs through the heart of Kenya from Mombasa to Kenya. I will never forget the day my good friend was killed by one of the big trucks. But there is something else to be afraid of. I am afraid of the big trucks. Kombo One day my mother developed the strange rash. I do my best to take care of her, lying next to her to comfort her. My name is Kombo. This is my story. I live in Kenya near a truck stop on the AIDS Highway. My father died when I was very young. My grandmother cooks for the truck drivers. But the truck stop is not a safe place for a child. The greatest danger in Kenya is AIDS. More than 1,000,000 children have lost one or both of their parents to AIDS. Kenya is a place of great beauty and sadness. Recently two children from my village were kidnapped and murdered.