The Children's Stories
These accounts were given by the children of their lives before they came to be in our care.
My parents both died and I was left alone and I had nobody to provide for my basic needs and education. I was rescued and now am under your support doing well. I am at Secondary School. My teachers are much committed and loving. I would like to do Bachelor of Education. When I get my job and a good salary to settle my life I will help other needy children.
My life was hopeless, I didnít get even basic needs, shelter was a problem because when it rain the house was full of water. I am at Primary School. I like our school because we are taught well by our teachers...I would like to join secondary school after Primary. After Secondary I would like to join university and achieve my dreams of becoming a soldier.
I faced a lot of challenges during my lifetime. Everything seemed to be difficult. I had no future to tell but now my dreams have already started to be fulfilled. I am at Secondary School in Meru County. What I like about the school is that the teachers are much submitted to their work. My hopes in future is that I have always dreamed to be a journalist. This is because English has always been the best subject since I was a small kid. I hope I will be the best and I will perform well so that my dreams can be fulfilled.
Carol June Kinya:
My names are Carol June Kinya I donít know my age. I am in the street now for 1.5 years. My father died in 2009 leaving me and my older brother with my mother. My father died because of HIV Aids. After the death of my father my mother turned to be a drunkard. She could come at night and being so drunkard she did not bother to care for us. My mother was also an HIV Aids positive and she became very sick. In 2010 she also died and left me with my older brother. We decided to go to stay with our Aunt. At the beginning our Aunt was kind to us but after 6 months she changed and became hostile to us and started beating us every day. My brother ran away from my Auntís home in December 2010 because of the beatings and from that time I have never seen him again. I was left with my cruel aunt who was always quarrelling and beating me. One day in 2011 she beat me and sent me away from her home saying that I am eating her food for nothing because I am doing no work for her. Without knowing anywhere to go I decided to go to the streets.The life in the streets was the worst and very difficult but without anywhere to turn back I was to stay in this difficulty condition. I am now relying on my street boy friends to get food and for their protection at night from the big boys who force us girls to have sex with them.I and other street children eat leftovers from the dust-bins. Some nights I spend night without food when we have scarcity of it and again because we compete to get them Ė the stronger you are the more you can get from the dustbin. I always sleep in the streets and when it is cold we sleep in groups in the compost pits.
My name is Paulina (Poly) Kananu I am 8 years. My mother died when I was a small child as I am told. After her death my father married another wife. My step mother had two children with my father. Unfortunately my father became sick and after a short time he died. He left me with my stepmother who was always unkind to me she sometimes denied me food and I was to sleep hungry. After staying a while in my fatherís home she took her two children and went to be married. She left me with a neighbour where I stayed for a month. After one month she started to be cruel to me she was telling me to go and find where my mother went. One evening when I was washing the utensils one of the glasses fell down and was broken. She was furious, she beat me and chased me away at night. I pleaded with her but she could not hear. I had to ran away and spent the night in a nearby bush crying. In the morning I went back to her to plead more for forgiveness but she refused. She told me to accompany her she would show me where my mother works. After reaching Maua she told me to sit in a shade she will go to call my mother. She had told me my mother did not die as people say, she knows where she works. I waited for the whole afternoon without seeing anybody. From that day I have never seen her again. When the evening came I had nowhere to go and I donít know anybody. After all I had nothing else to do at night I had to join the children in the streets. I am now 9 months here in the street but I would very much like to go back home. This is not a place to stay because I always rely to one of the big girls who I call ďmotherĒ who protects me at night and who can give me some food when big children do not let me collect from the dustbin. The worst thing I see is that when girls go with boys I am very worried and fear of it. Sometimes the big boys beat me so that I can leave them with big girls.
After the death of both parents of Winifred Kathambi was left under the care of her uncle. Her uncle's wife was very harsh and did not like Winifred to stay in their house. She expressed her hatred on a daily basis by beating Winifred and sometimes denying her food. Then Winifred decided to run away because of the mistreatment. She came to town and was given employment as a house-maid until she was expelled because of breaking a thermos. She then stayed in the town and lived by collecting and eating the left-over food which she found in dustbins mostly at night.
My life was not running well because I could not see someone to take care of me. For now I thank God because He has done marvelous thing to me. For sure my life was so miserable. I am at Secondary School where I take my studies...I like my friends at school because we share some issues with them and teachers that help in taking my studies well. I would like to be a surgeon whereby I would save life to people and as well as building home to orphanage and helping the needy people.