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Sometimes I think life is unfair. Other times, I’m persuaded that there’s a beauty in life that I don’t see yet. In either way, there are billion of people who are hurting, but having smiles. Do they deserve the hurt? Do they deserve the smile? Do they deserve both at the same time? Well, many questions with no answer. 

A few days ago, I saw a writing, “if everyone was rich, the world would know justice…”. Well, I realized that there are not many people who want to stand out for the voiceless, perhaps because it doesn’t pay anything, in fact, it costs instead. Even the judges rarely want to execute justice for the poor. Maybe I’m just a dreamer, and I’ll wake up. 

A friend of mine in Kenya shared a story that touched me. In the words of the victim, I’ll share this story. I’d suggest that if God has given you anything that can be useful in the life of this victim, please help. 

Here’s the story:

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My name is Dorcus Leah Mule, born on 12th may 2002 as the lastborn in a family of four.

I was born and raised in Kayaba slums Nairobi. 

I lost my dad while I was one year old, though they had separated with my mum due to gender based violence. 

I schooled in St Bakhita Primary school. while in class eight (Grade 8) I met my ‘prince charm’, who by then was in form 2 (Grade 10) at our friend’s birthday party. We became good friends and he was the best thing that had happened to me since he came from a well to do family. Sometimes he could help me with school fees after I have been sent away.

In the beginning of 2018, he introduced me to his family as a good friend. In March 2018, I discovered I was pregnant. Due to fear, I left my sister’s house (where I was living then) and rented a house in the same slum. 

Later, I informed my prince charming; I was pregnant expecting him to be overjoyed but I got the shock of the year, he told me it is against his culture to get a baby before his big brother. He suggested I abort the baby, which I refused. He became violent and for the first time he hit me, little did i know this would be my story.

Throughout the pregnancy he never supported me, leading me to look for a job, which I got in a salon. In the 7th month of the pregnancy, I could not continue with my job because the pregnancy was too big.

I’m grateful for the Linda Mama Initiative by the government of Kenya, my hospital bill was cleared. Later the former governor of Nairobi, Mike Mbuvi (God bless him), gave me some clothes for the baby. 

Later my mum called my Prince charming and forced him to come and pick me from the hospital. He came empty handed. Again my family forced him to do shopping for the baby, and that was the last time i saw him for the next six months. We were not doing well in our home and due to poverty, I reached out to him, but didn’t get anything positive. 

Later in the course, I picked my baby and went to his home by force, and I was not pushed back. I had a thought of looking for another job while there but the family was against it. They wanted me home to do domestic work for them. I was a maid without pay or a contract. 

When my baby was one year old, the great prince charm changed completely; apart from frequent beating, he became a serious drunkard. This led us being kicked off of his parent’s home by his own parents.

After leaving the house, his mother kept on supporting us with rent and food. When my baby was about one and half years, the torture became too much that I went back to my family where I had to stay for the next few months. Life was unbearable. I wasn’t receiving punches from my Prince charming, but my family wasn’t prepared enough to take care of a baby. This led me to go back to his mother’s house. 

When the Prince charming heard we were back, he also came back and our life went back to normal frequent fights. His women started calling me warning me to leave their man. Most of the time they could actually abuse me. When I complained to him, instead of him supporting me,  he beat me and warned me never to touch his phone. His parents supported him this time round and told me men phone are not touched. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe the wrong thing was not using my husband’s phone, but falling into a wrong relationship. Maybe it was relating with a boy. Maybe it was falling in love with a rich man’s son. 

At this point, I was falling in depression. Since I could not go back to my mum, since we were not in good terms after I left and I could not support the baby on my own, since I was jobless, I had only one option; to stay with my abusive man.

Last year (2022) he became excessively abusive after I confronted one of his side chicks who was already getting involved in my son’s life, and forcing him to call her mom. My man came home attacked me and from that day he rarely came to my home.

On 22nd November 2022 he came home and attacked me before his mother. By then I did not know I was pregnant again. In the process of him beating me, blood started flowing. His mother rushed me to the hospital and the baby could not be saved. Sadly I lost the baby. Was it for the good? I can’t tell. But I know that from that day he never came home until 24th December. The following day it was our son’s 4th birthday. He was asked for money for his son’s party and only gave KSh 2000 (~$17 USD) and left. He never even attended the party. He came later at night and left his car. Most of the times when he was going to work, I always parked food for him, so I went to his car to pick the dishes, I was shocked to find inner wear clothes of women and used condoms all over the car. 

When he came home the following day at 4am he tried to make moves on me (lure me into sex), I left the bed and went and spent  the night on a couch which was in our room. The following day, I did the same and he demanded an explanation, I walked to his car and picked the women clothes. He slapped me and and again gave he thorough beating. 

At this point, I decided enough is enough. I was in touch with Susan and Ken since Aug 2022. All through they wanted me to move out but I felt helpless… but this day i felt enough is enough and I left my husband’s home. With the help of my sister, I got a single room in pipeline Nairobi East. I have been jobless since November last year, my son is out of school since I do not have money to support him.

On 28th Jan 2023 I gave my life to Christ and with the help of Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy and their Christiaan friends am growing in faith.

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I’m not certain if anyone should pass through this hell, but I feel the hurt. If anyone may feel the need to help this young lady in anyway, please use the addresses under this article. 

Life can always be better when we stand for the sake of each other. This is what true love is. Call the number below to help justly, or financially using M-Pesa from Safaricom.

Phone Number: +254 721 84 3820

Name: Damaris K Munyao

Use the Bank Details below to offer any Financial help.

A/C Number: 011000010500000002

A/C Name: Damaris K Munyao