“I was born in Banana in Kiambu County. My dad died when I was 9 years old. I was a daddy’s girl and his death really affected me. I was withdrawn and rebellious.
My mother accused me of being a bad girl and this angered me more. She could beat me up for no apparent reason. I felt she didn’t like me.
In Class seven, I joined Church groups to keep my mind off home but all I received was more beatings from my mother. I felt more loved outside our home. This pushed me to join bad company. I would sleep outside just to avoid any arguments with her. By the time I was in class 8, I was already smoking weed and drinking. Not because I wanted to, but because my mum had accused me of doing so.
I found love in the arms of men, who I felt cared more about me. I graduated from weed and I started taking heroine. I was kicked out from school after the teachers learnt I was smoking weed. I had already registered for KCPE, and I was only allowed in the school compound to sit my exams.
I had a lot of time in my hands and I could go to rave with my friends. One day, we got so high with a friend of mine and we decided to get a room in town to spend the night.
Here, we met other girls who were prostitutes. They looked beautiful and happy. I admired them. After they revealed how much they made per night, we decided to join them. That is when my nightmare began. I charged my clients Sh500 per shot. It was good money since I could now afford drugs and booze.
But deep down, I hated it. It always left me feeling dirty inside. Some of the clients were really weird. I remember this client who forced me to use a dildo on him. It was disgusting but I needed the money.
By now, I had graduated to injecting myself with heroine. I lost so much weight and my clients base was dwindling.
I was no longer attractive. Out of desperation, I lowered my cost to Sh200 per shot. Things were bad and I decided to go back home. Being broke made me more angry and I resorted to breaking into peoples’ houses. I could sell everything I laid my hands on. I needed money.
One day, I met this man in town. He was really handsome and offered to pay me double if I had unprotected sex with him.
I agreed. After sex, he demanded I take PrEP since he was HIV positive, but I refused. I was really stressed and knew I was about to die. Months later, I gathered courage and visited a VCT.
Luckily, I tested negative. I was elated. Life as a prostitute was becoming hard. I remember this day a gang of four men raped me. It left me broken. Devastated. Ugly.
I wanted to change my life and somehow, God did exactly that. One morning, I was strolling in town when a man approached me.
He told me he could tell I was in need of help. I narrated to him my story and he offered to help me. He took me to rehab.
Life in rehab was difficult. The cravings for drugs was bad. The first week I was there I didn’t sleep. But I got used. I met people who were drug addicts and this really encouraged me. They gave me hope. I have recovered and I have been clean. I forgave my mother and we are now friends. I came to understand she had suffered a lot of violence with my dad and had nowhere to vent. If I get a well-wisher, I want to go back to school to study Beauty, which has been my passion”.
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