Voice of Kiamaiko & Huruma

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                                                                                                                                                                                        Rape Cases In Mathare

Hellen 25 years of age not her real Name

It happened in one of the villages called Jangwani in english it means Jungle, where a man who has been married around four years decided to abuse his wife sexually. He used to tie her legs apart so that whenever he felt like abusing her sexually, he could just come in and do it as her neighbours narrates.

All this took place during day time because the husband used to work at night. He warned her not to make any noise or say anything to the neighbors. The neighbors decided to inquire on what was wrong with their friend. When the husband left they immediately entered in the woman’s house and found her tied up in the bed. the women reported the issue to the nearest police station and the husband was arrested and later released on cash bail.

Another Rape Case In Mathare

WANJIRUnot her real Name 74 years old

My name is wanjiru, I am 74 years of old living in Karatina central part of Kenya, I come to realized that young men nowadays don’t respect the elderly. I know this because one day I was in my garden which is isolated; I was tending to my crops with no worry. Little did I know that someone was watching me. Suddenly I heard something move in the bush and when I went to check what it was, a young man the same age as my grandson pounced on me. He ordered me to take off my panties, he told me he has been watching me and he thinks I can be very sweet. From the look of things I have gone back to being a virgin so he’s really going to enjoy. He told me even old cats do drink milk so he is going to fill me with his holy water.

I stayed calm because i realised once you panic you are bound to make mistakes that could cost you your life. So I started talking to him making him promise that whatever we were about to do was going to be our little secret and that I also wanted to enjoy my self with a young man. I led him under a tree where I told him we were going to be comfortable. I took my walking stick and followed him. When he turned around I went for his knee with all the strength in me. I was yelling like crazy and people from the neighboring gardens came to my aid. the boy was beaten so bad that when we got to the hospital he died six hours later am sorry for him because it was not my intension of him to die.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                kiamaiko bunge debates on devolved fund

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Demand better security for women in Nairobi’s slums

More than half the residents of Nairobi live in informal settlements and slums with little or no police presence. Even in Kibera, Kenya’s largest informal settlement where up to one million people live, there is no permanent police station or post.

In all of Nairobi’s slums, violence is rampant and women are hit particularly hard. Housing is inadequate and residents have little access to clean water, sanitation, healthcare, schools and other essential public services. Many women have to walk long distances to reach toilets, which after dark becomes especially dangerous.

Violence against women is widespread and goes largely unpunished because of ineffective policing in Nairobi’s slums and informal settlements. Whether physical, sexual or psychological, the ever-present threat of violence looms large in all their lives. At home, at work or on the street, women and girls are at risk of violence at the hands of gangs, family members, employers and government security personnel. There is nowhere they can escape to for safety.

Many women who suffer gender-based violence do not seek justice or compensation, preferring to suffer in silence rather than report a crime to the authorities, or even to their families and communities.

The justice system is far removed from women’s lives, both because of the absence of police in the slums and because of the multiple obstacles that women face in access to justice.

Women fear that the authorities will not even recognize that what has been done to them is a crime, particularly if the abuse was within the family. Unfortunately, when it comes to domestic violence, this attitude prevails even within communities and families. Women also hesitate to report crimes when they know they will be at risk of reprisals if they alert the authorities, and that they will not be protected.

The authorities have not addressed women’s calls for a greater police presence in the slums. When police have come into the slums, rather than protect women, they have represented yet another threat to their security. Police officers themselves have been accused of raping women in slums, in particular during the 2008 post-election violence.

The lack of public security services is one of the consequences of the long-standing failure of the government to recognize Kenyan slums for city planning and budgeting purposes. The government has not lived up to its obligations to ensure effective policing in slums.

Join walk against crime campaign to demand that women in Nairobi’s slums can live with security and that they have access to justice.

Drug trafficking in Matharevalley Schools

Primary school students in slums are being used to traffic drugs. This was revealed by various teachers and other education stake holders based in Mathare. It is emerging that some parents and guardians have forced school children to engage in drug trafficking during schools holidays and other free days.

Speaking to map mathare, mathare north primary government School Head Teacher, Mr. James onyango noted that the most affected are the girls. He also noted that the most commonly abused drug in the slum is chang’aa. “The pupils are forced by their parents and guardians to sell the illicit liquor and other drugs to the slum dwellers,” he complains.

The head teacher further noted an incident involving one of the girls in the school who had been sexually abused and kidnapped by her mother’s drug clients. Though the community rescued the minor, the mother has been reluctant to press any charges against the abuser, afraid to lose business.”I wrote a letter to the police informing them of the incident but no action was taken. It is alleged that the mother owes a lot of money to the kidnapper and that’s the reason she is afraid of confronting him,” he alleges.

onyango added that such cases of sexual abuse are common in the slums especially when the children are involved in drug trafficking. As a result, many pupils have been forced out of school because they have slowly turned to drug abuse while others prefer to continue with their parents’ trade. While the girls are forced to give birth at an early age as a result of sexual abuse, most of the boys end up as hard core criminals. These children learn at an early age how to earn easy money through drug trafficking. As a result, they drop out of school and turn to crime to be able to sustain their economic needs. Joyce, a teacher, has decried the low moral standard which has led to child abuse by relatives and family friends. She noted that there is need to sensitize parents and guardians on the importance of education and respect for children rights.

However, the teachers were quick to add that the main reasons for the failure to protect the rights of children are lack of education, and poverty among the parents and guardians. They are therefore calling upon the government to put in place stricter laws to ensure that children from both poor and rich backgrounds are protected against such kind of abuses:-javin

Missionary of social change in Kiamaiko

Jane watiri was born and brought up in Huruma in a family of six (3 boys and 3 girls) being the third born. I was baptizes at an early age and brought up in church as my mother was born-again choir member.

I joined primary school at the age of nine I had joined a company of miraa chewers and bhang smokers and for sure, bad company corrupt  character. I dropped out in class five at the age fifteen life changed and the good mummy’s girl became the most stubborn of the family. My mum was stressed in life and left church for local brews.

I so much troubled and pressurized my family that none wanted to be associated with me. They all felt betrayed  by my life in prostitution and as they set me apart, hatred grew in my heart. Taking gum and marijuana, I moved from clubs to another in search for what I thought was life,And in 1996, I was arrested for loitering. Nobody dared to save me from prison for even my mum felt that this was a part of my discipline. I was jailed for five months. Prison life was hell. I, however, survived with one to visit or encourage me.

From prison, I got married to one ndungu not a real name, and there felt that life has finally given me love. I swore to live my life of cruelty and misconduct and promised myself that I must change. We were blessed with a baby boy and this gave us the joy of marriage. He was the bread winner. He was loving and kind and for the first time, life gained meaning.

But little did I know that this was only short living. He went away with the woman who was his boss, over fifteen years his senior. I was feeling that something wrong was happening and their relationship was getting beyond a boss and employee but since I had no proved, I kept the feeling unobtrusive. But my fears were confirmed when he started spending nights out, adding to days and finally one day packed and he left for good. Tears rolled down my cheeks and life again took and about-turn.my burning question though never knew the lord, was why lord?

Frustration and desperation hit me hard. Death became a choice but the means to it was the hardest debate. I faced the cruelty of life again as I was to feed my little boy. I was approached by a neighbor who survived from koinange street, I was in the verge of decision; suicide gave me pain as I loved my son and wouldn’t imagine living him to suffer as an orphan. I opted for Koinange Street as my only means for survival by then. It wasn’t by choice; life demanded.

Four years in Koinange Street wasn’t easy at all. It was a life misuse wasn’t easy at all. It was life of misuse-yes-misuse by men, pain and agony of fake love. Some nights I would cry, but life demanded that I be strong. Men got their comfort and went to their wives living me dirty cash and feeling of being guilty and betrayal by society . They never loved me ; they never cared about my life my health and future . The only looked for a refuge to cure themselves from their stressful marriage and others from their lust and dirty thought; but none was there for love.

Many of  my friends died as I watched; some from HIV/AIDS, others were poisoned by their fellow mates because men had others thought of witchcraft. It was survival for the canniest. As I waited near pub one day a man passed by and approached me where I was. He said he was a preacher and one thing he told me was that Jesus loved me. I questioned how Jesus would love such a person like me. I never argued but decided within myself that I would get saved only when I get a husband.

My prayers were finally answered but the man I got for a husband unknown to me was a most wanted gangster in Huruma . I introduced him to parents and after a short while, I was pregnant for him. In that state of my pregnancy, he was arrested, accused and jailed. I couldn’t understand I joined my mum in kayole for I had vowed never to go back to the street of KOINANGE  and this time round, she encouraged me to search for the right way of having livelihood with dignity in my life   I received Christ in 2006 but fell back after my husband was realized. The voice of the preacher kept loud in my mind that Jesus loved me. I also remembered my vow to get saved only after getting a husband, but the decision was not that easy. I hated myself for all I took myself into, Today am missionary to help my fellow youth in Huruma and Kiamaiko to change from life of prostitution and crime  through income generating program and self -help group under Bridge Nisisi Youth chapter in Kiamaiko, where am one of leaders.

Contact : bridgenisisi@yahoo.com

A reformed Gang in Huruma

My name is Anthony mwoki  mburu I am 29 years old, born in kariobangi raised in huruma kiamaiko. Am born in a family of six members. Due to poverty and lack of education I found myself seriously indulged in criminal activities unknowingly I was young to understand by then. I was very known and famous in our community as a hard core criminal. I almost spoiled ten years in jail, many of my friends died in crime while in jail. I think no friend of mine who we were engaged together in crime is alive. I started using drugs at my early age. Youth in crime like using drugs so that they can excuse them self in that industry, or not to think twice while in crime. These crime life have really ruined my life and life of many in our community, youth involve themselves in crime because of various reasons, theirs because of flossing, others poverty, others is because of lack of knowledge.

I started my transformation while in prison with paralegal; it was formed to help prisoners change their lives. Change is not something easy, it’s a desire from heart, and what really pushed me for a change. After crime it was a must I visit my mum and giver her money, she used to refuse my money, she ask me where I got the money while I got no job, and she refused to take the money. That pushed me to change. I was a master mind in criminal life; many criminals relied on me but for now are using the same ability to help them change their lives. I am doing community work as a volunteer, I am a leader in our in our group and organizer of youth chapters in our community.

I joined the street while I was young boy; my parents were not able to look after me, at the age of ten I knew to feed myself. One day while in the street  I met with missionary who took me to a rehabilitation center called watoto wa lwanga by st Charles brother which established Ruai boys towns .I liked school life very much I was good in class but bad company influenced me to bad things. I finished my primary level and joined the friends in the slum.

Today am the chairman of bridge Nisisi youth chapter and community mobilizer with yes youth can program, which is involved in community dialogue, social mapping and income generating activities in mathare huruma Kenya.

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