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There Were Birds, But They Didn’t Sing

What does human flesh taste like?

Everybody I tell this story thinks I should have asked her this question. At some point I began to think that maybe I should have asked her. But then how could I? How could anyone pick that seemingly little, insensitive, mundane and morbid detail out of the raw and painful macabreness of her story? Wouldn’t that information belittle her story and reduce her to a mere mascot of dark, human curiosity?

The story starts a kilometer from a goldmine in Masisi, a town in North Kivu Province of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. This is where she wore a rented white wedding dress and said “I do” to her husband, Munire, a man she describes as a strong character with the presence of a wise man. This is also where one evening, the people she calls the Mai-Mai, a dreaded militia group believed to have supernatural powers, stormed their little house where they were hosting members of the church, and accused them of hosting “Banyamulenges”, minority ethnic Tutsis who the locals believed to be witches. This is also where the Mai-Mai dragged one of the two male pastors out of the house and shot him in the head as her three children screamed and her husband begged them to stop. This is also the place where they turned to her husband, called him a “snake” for hosting these Banyamulenges, dragged him out, made him kneel beside the body of the bleeding pastor, and shot him in the head.  The gunshots and the screams echoed in their small boma at the foot of a lush green hill. The sun was just setting in the hills beyond, and unbeknownst to her, it had also started setting on her life.

“They were around ten men,” she says. They beat her up. They beat up her children.

Then they took turns raping her. All of them. Her children watched. Her brother-in-law was amongst them. He too, raped her. Dusk fell quickly on this dark act. Bats and the sounds of darkness replaced the birds in the trees.

They bound the hands of her two kids to each other in the flickering light of her lantern. Her eldest was 7-years, her second was 5 and the youngest was a year old, still living on the milk of her bosom. She had moved from widow to prisoner in a matter of hours. Actually she hadn’t, she had become both.

Together with her two children and two pastors and carrying her one-year old on her back, they set off in a long file behind five or so Mai-Mai men into the expectant darkness of the looming forest. They headed East. The journey of hell had begun. They walked for a week, then two weeks, then a month. They walked until their shoes wore out and the soles of their feet got so bruised and sore that they had to tear strips of cloth from their clothes to wrap around their feet as shoes. The children cried.

The vast forests of Congo, she says, are like a parallel universe. You get in there and the forest claims you, turns you into its child. There are days they would walk without knowing if it was day or night because they couldn’t see the sun. The trees covering the sky were so tall they couldn’t see where they ended. “The forest has a roof,” she said, “and it’s made of trees.”  And it was very cold in that darkness of day. It rained often. They ate leaves and grass and soon her one year old couldn’t get any milk from her breasts. They drunk water from the clear springs that sprung from the earth. At night they slumped against tree trunks and passed out from exhaustion. They were beaten constantly.

After over a month of walking they got to a clearing in the forest. The sun was shining that day and she recalls how strange the sun on her face felt, like a mockery from God who was watching her suffer with her children. They were filthy and exhausted and scared. They were nearly naked because thorns had torn off most of their clothes. They were made to sit in a circle on the grass, their legs spread before them. There were birds, she remembers, but they didn’t sing. The men asked the pastor to confess that he was part of the Banyamulenges. He, weak from hunger, said he was a man of God. He wasn’t a Banyamulenges and didn’t even know anyone who was. They kept beating him to confess but he didn’t. He started saying a prayer. That made the men even angrier.

One of the men took out a knife and while the rest held the pastor’s arms and legs, cut off his head. He didn’t resist much because he was so weak already. Blood gushed out like from a burst pipe, bright red, like anger. The earth drunk it up; it was as if the earth was dying for his blood. A thirsty earth. Her children screamed and the men threatened to kill them as well.

“I thought they were going to kill my children too,” she says. We are sitting on plastic chairs in a hut-like gazebo in the compound of Lutheran World Federation – UNHCR’s implementing partner –  at Kakuma refugee camp in Turkana County. I’m doing some work for my host, UNHCR on a project. A very lanky Sudanese boy, as tall as a giraffe’s hind leg, leans on a pillar of the building before us, staring at the phone in his long hands. Behind us, some boys shoot pool under a shade. The tea and mandazi before me are ignored. So is her now warm Fanta. It rained the previous night and  I smell the warm moisture rise from the soil.

“They then cut open his chest and removed his heart,” she tells me. I look at her. She says it casually like you would say, “they then spread butter on the bread.” The men, these men, then started fighting for the pastor’s heart. They eventually shared it amongst themselves. Eating the heart of their enemy, apparently, added to their powers, she tells me. The other pastor had passed out after the first blood spurted out of his colleague’s open neck. They laughed at him.

We don’t say anything for a while. Rather, I don’t ask her any question. I picture that scene; the men, these animals, sitting and eating another man’s heart, her children whimpering in terror. The sun shines. The birds don’t sing. Men eat another man. I’m reminded of a scene in Fury, Brad Pitt’s World War II movie where a greenhorn marine recruit is dropped in the middle of Nazi Germany at the height of the war, death, destruction and evil, and he -scared witless –  is told by one of his war-hardened colleagues, ”Wait till you see what a man can do to another man.”

“What kind of men were they?” I ask her. “Describe them.”

She doesn’t say anything for a while, doesn’t look at me, she never really looks at me, the only thing moving on her are her hands on her laps. They massage each other. This is how I will learn to read her emotions, through the motion of her hands, because her eyes don’t betray any emotion. There are no lights in those rooms.

“They were not men,” she says finally.

“Did you eat…what they were eating?” I ask, slightly embarrassed.

That question seems to stab her. She looks away. I watch her squeeze her hands, as if  

wringing off that evil memory.

“They were going to kill me,” she mumbles.

They set off again. Through thick forest. Trees with trunks as big as a house. Whenever they stopped for the night, the men raped her. And threatened them with death. They threatened to eat the heart of her one year old, because it was “not filled with dirt.” Her one year old cried constantly from hunger until she didn’t cry anymore. She slept for so long that her mother had to put her ear close to her nose to confirm if she was still breathing. They smelled.

Finally after walking for another week, they reached their destination and the men debated on who would take the prisoners to their leader. Just not anybody was allowed in his presence. She learnt that his name was Mokolo and he was some sort of mythical medicineman, the high priest  of evil. One of them volunteered to proceed with them. Goodbyes were bade. The rest then disappeared back into the deep forest.

Mokolo was a very short man. He was stocky and hairy. He had a big scraggly beard that was more mysterious than the forest. He had small beady snake eyes. He had no front teeth. He was naked, save for a patch of leaves around his groin. Mokolo was an animal, not a man. The first thing he did to welcome the prisoners was to rape her. Then he invited his lieutenants – men as equally wild as him – to have their way with her. Then they raped the pastor. They didn’t touch the children.

That camp – if you could call it that – was their home for four months. Mokolo lived in the dugout trunk of a tree while the rest slept under the canopy of a tree on a bed of leaves. They ate plants and the men went out and came back with honey. She became Mokolo’s wife, and the official cook for the camp. Sometimes Mokolo would let his right hand man have his way with her as his reward. Once in awhile the men would go out and after days they would show up with people who they would slaughter and have her boil for food.

“One day they brought back this girl, a small girl about 12-years old,” she tells me. “They didn’t slaughter her; they tied her to a big twig and roasted her over a fire.” She pauses. “She screamed for so long as she roasted over the fire. I still hear her screams….” She says that for a week after that, the girl’s burnt skin was all she could smell.

They taunted her. They told her constantly that she would be eaten next, that they were fattening her for a meal. But first, they said, they would eat her children, whom they would make her boil.

I sat there thinking how surreal her story was. Then I started to think that perhaps it was fictitious, a figment of a very wild imagination. I later asked Philip Odary at UNHCR how credible these stories were, and he said they were credible and that in the camp he heard countless similar stories and worse, of the capacity of humans to hurt other humans.

“What was your state of mind at this time?” I ask her.

“There is a point where you have no fear left in you to feel. Where you have been so fearful and terrified you stop feeling it. You become hopeless. In fact, you die before they kill you. Those men took away the human in me. We had become things, objects they could use at will. We had become animals. I knew I was going to die in that forest, that I was sure of, I just didn’t know when. I was ready for it. I wanted to die but the only thing I was living for was my children; I was not going to die and live them alive in the hands of these men.”  

“Did they harm the children?” I ask.

“They beat them up all the time. Even my one year old. They would hold her by the legs and dangle her and laugh as she screamed. They called us snakes. Banyamulenges. ” Pause. “They raped my girls,” she says. I see her pulse quicken at the base of her neck. I don’t ask another question. We sit in silence.

“Pastor said that we would never be human again,” she says.

One morning Mokolo’s right hand man asked her to make a fire. Normally this would be a sign that they were bringing another human to eat. Instead, Mokolo instructed her to boil her one-year old child. She begged and cried but they beat her up severely and she relented and placed her daughter in this big earthen pot that had water. Her other children cried and tried to save their sister but they were beaten and thrown into the bush.

“What could I do?” she asks. Her baby screamed as the water started boiling. The men stood around that fire, laughing and cheering. She cried and knelt before Mokolo and begged him to save her baby and cook her instead, eventually he told the men to remove her daughter. Half the skin on her lower body had peeled off by then. Over the next few days the baby cried constantly, her burns became septic and she started to emit an foul smell.

Weeks passed and the men informed them that Christmas was near and that they were going to bring “food.” A week later they came back with a lot of alcohol and some personal belongings of people they had ambushed on the road far away from the camp. They didn’t bring back any humans and they told her that the following morning they would boil her one-year old for Christmas. That night the whole camp drunk the alcohol and by morning they had blacked out.

They took that opportunity to escape. They didn’t know the forest. They didn’t know where they were. They could have been eaten by animals, which she says would have been better than being eaten by the men. They walked for days, stumbling through the darkened forest of day, avoiding any paths that seemed to be used by humans or animals. They walked until her daughters’ feet were swollen and their soles peeled off. “Mother, why can’t I die?” The 5-year old cried. “Why can’t I die and sleep?”

“We knew that if they caught us, they would tie us to a tree and cut pieces of us and eat them until we died,” she says. They knew there were chances of meeting another group who would abduct them and do worse things to them. The pastor carried the baby and her skin was rubbing off on him. They ate wild fruit and leaves. They tested them for poison by first rubbing them against their skin; if their skin itched they were poisonous.

After about 12 nightfalls (that’s how they counted days) they ran into forest guards that she refers to as Nyibinza, their version of KWS, I guess. They shot at them, or over their heads, as they walked through a clearing. “We knew the end had come,” she says. They knelt and waited. The guards, in green uniform, approached them with caution for they were naked and hairy and wild looking and they smelled.

“They surrounded us, these six or seven guards, and they started debating amongst themselves whether we were evil spirits. They asked us what happened to the baby without half her skin.  Were we trying to boil her? Were we evil spirits?”

“I didn’t want to tell the truth lest they are a part of the Mai-Mai.” She says it wasn’t uncommon for the Mai-Mai to infiltrate government bodies. The guards remained suspicious.  

The pastor told them that they would rather be eaten by animals than go back to where they had been. The guards wondered where they had been that was so bad that they preferred to be eaten by animals instead. When they eventually told them the truth, they were shocked and scared because if the Mai-Mai caught up with them they would all be killed.

“But they had guns!” I say.

“The Mai-Mai can’t be killed with guns,” she says.  “The only way to kill a Mai-Mai is if you shoot him through the ear.”

The guards took them to camp and hid them in a small hut away from the rest of the guards. They ate real food for the first time in many months and the baby was given First Aid. The next morning, a few guards set off with them. They had been given ranger clothes to wear,  and they avoided known paths in the forest because the Mai-Mai, who could move much faster than them in the forest, were probably now looking for them.

They walked for five days until they eventually got to a farming community, Nyamirima, but since they weren’t sure if there were some Mai-Mai people in there, they sought refuge in a church where they stayed for four days. “We were so exhausted we couldn’t eat or sleep,” she says. The pastor of the church told her that if they hadn’t died already then they were not going to die.

She doesn’t remember her birthday, but she estimates that she turned 40 either in that forest or after the ordeal.

Eventually they got to the border of Uganda and the guards left them in the hands of a man who would cross the border with them the following day and drive them to Kampala. “Go to Kenya,” the guards told them. “They take refugees.” (Actually Uganda has received more refugees than any other African country, close to a million last year only, according to the BBC).

“I had heard of Kenya before, but it seemed so, so far away. I never thought I would ever come to Kenya in my life,” she says.

They spent the night in the house of the man they were handed over to. “He tried to rape me at night.” She says. She remembers the man coming into the room where she slept with her children. She was in pain, physically and emotionally, and as the man tried to remove her ranger trousers she told him to go ahead and finish quickly to allow her to sleep because she was tired and the man stopped and without a word left the room.

“I had been raped so many times that rape wasn’t something that scared me. I had stopped being a woman,” she says. “I felt worthless, like something that nobody had any use for.”

They got to bustling Kampala the next day. She had never seen so many people in one place. She was still afraid because she had heard that the Mai-Mai had people as far as Uganda. They parted ways with the pastor, but before that, he prayed in the throng of people, who stared at them because they hadn’t shaved, smelled and they looked like “mad people.”

“What was the last thing he told you before you parted?” I ask.

“He said ‘God knew.’” She sighs. She doesn’t expound. I don’t press. They got on a bus using the little money they got from the man who brought them to Kampala and eventually arrived in Nairobi at dawn. They huddled under a shade at the bus station for an entire morning, hungry and confused until a uniformed man walked up to them and asked them if they were waiting for someone. She told them they wanted to get to a church, any church.

“That man took us to his house which was one room separated by curtain and he and his wife gave up their bed  and let us use it for two days,” she says, and for the first time I see some emotion in her eyes.

“Do you remember his name?”

“No, but all I remember was that he worked for G4S .”

“How do you know it was G4S?””

“He had a uniform with a badge. I thought he was a policeman. He was the first person who showed us a lot of kindness. He gave us clothes – he had one child and he gave my children his child’s clothes. He took my baby to the hospital. When I came here to Kakuma I saw many other men with the same uniform and I only then did I realise he wasn’t a policeman.”

“When I came here I was thin and miserable,” she says when I ask her how life has been in the camp since she came here eight years ago. “I was ridiculed and some people looked at me with pity. But now I have put on some weight. I look much better now.”

She’s wearing a blue kitenge dress, probably her best, as she was told that she would be meeting someone to interview her. Because she’s still a lady, she completed this ensemble with a blue plastic purse. I can smell her lotion from where I sit. She is also someone’s wife now. She met a man, another refugee, and together they got a child. I want to ask her about that, her attitude towards sex and men. I want to ask her about forgiveness and God but in the past three hours I have asked her so many questions that took her back to those terrible days and she looks worn out, as worn out as I am.

I get distinct impression that she isn’t happy in the marriage because she feels that the man treats his own child better than he treats hers. So I ask her if she is happy with the marriage and the man. She says, “It’s better to be married in the camp and have someone take care of you than to be a single mother – men here will take you as a prostitute if you don’t have a man.”

She is in the Lutheran World Federation program and sometimes cooks at the centre to earn some money to live on. Her husband, a mason, hardly makes enough. Life is tough.

What strikes me as completely astonishing is the deadness around her and how she tells this macabre story while seeming divorced from it, as if she is narrating someone else’s story. But her eyes betray her; they are filled with secrets. They are like dark lights. She seems to leave everything she looks at with a stain of sadness. I couldn’t look her in the eye for too long because I felt apologetic.

“How are your children?” I ask. “Have they adjusted?”

“The smallest is now 8 years old and can’t recall it. But the other two – now 13 and 15 – remember. Sometimes they wake up screaming. Sometimes they are fine, sometimes they are not.”

“Are you fine?” I ask her.

“I’m here,” she says. What she actually says is, “bado niki hai” which could be anything from a statement of defiance to a statement of revelation. She sips her warm Fanta for the first time.

“Did you still believe in God?” I ask her. She looks at me for a long while and for a moment I think I have offended her. We sit in the brief silence and when I cross my leg ready to change that subject and ask her what her dreams are, she speaks.

“Sometimes I wonder why God would do that to me. How God can be that cruel to one person over and over again. My mother died when I was 13-years old and God allowed it. He then didn’t do anything when my father also died years later. Then he watched my husband get killed and then he put me through the problems in the hands of those evil men. I have had a very tough life. I understand there are people in this camp who have gone through a tough life, but I have gone through such a series of hardships and cruelty and God has never given me space to catch my breath. He brings one misery after the other after the other and I wish I could get answers, why me? Why was I chosen to live this life? What have I done…?”

She suddenly stops speaking. I don’t look at her.

“Maybe I did something to deserve this,” she says softly, “but what did my children do to God to allow this? What did they choose?”

She breaks down and starts crying, for the first time. And she doesn’t stop. It’s a cry I can’t be bothered to describe because I’m tired of writing this sad story. Hers were tears of loneliness.

I have learnt that if you stare at one spot and not blink tears will not come out. So I stare at a stone at the corner of the compound and I tell myself, don’t blink, don’t blink. Sitting next to her cry is more difficult than listening to her story. I’m filled with such sorrow. I slide further into my chair. Then I blink.

After she is done crying we sit there in a long uncomfortable silence. I suddenly feel very exhausted and guilty. Guilty that  I will get on a plane in a few hours and head back to Nairobi and on to my “pressing” life, onto another “pressing” story, and deadline and my important plans and my useless moanings about life’s inconveniences while this woman wrestles with immense ghosts here in a camp filled with both hope and hopelessness.

Maybe it’s because of this that after she has dried her tears and it has become obvious that I should fill this silence with a voice, or maybe because it’s because her story had bent my moral arch so far that I ask her, “Is there anything I can do to help you? Is there a small business you want to start that I can help you start?”

She fetches a neatly folded handkerchief from her plastic purse and blows her nose.

She says she’s fine, holding onto what’s left of her dignity.

I ask for her number so that I can check up on her later and she says she doesn’t have a phone. Never owned a phone. So I call Ann Kathure of LWF and request for a car, which takes us to this shopping center called Somali Market. At a phone shop we stand at a phone display and I tell her to choose any phone she wants. She doesn’t move, just stands there. She’s taken aback. She gets emotional because she probably can’t remember the last time she had a choice; she didn’t choose to be a refugee at Kakuma, she has had no choice over her own body with men using it whenever they chose. So choice is something she isn’t used to.

She points at a big ugly looking phone that resembles a disfigured grenade.

“Why this one?” I ask her.

“It has a radio,” she says, “I miss listening to music.”

I remember her telling me how those men had turned them into things, worthless objects to be used, expendable things. I remember how she told me she had been raped so many times until she had lost the very feeling of being a woman, of being human, and of the horror of watching your own child slowly boil in a pot. If you would have told her that she would spend her 40s in a refugee camp in a far away country, she would have thought you cuckoo. I remember how she told me her story from the echo of emptiness inside her and I was afraid that she had died inside and only carries a shell that she feeds and bathes. But when she mentioned in that shop that she wanted to listen to music, I realised with relief that there was something that still lived in her, a small ember that if fanned would turn into a fire again, and that thing, that little flicker needed music to get it alive again.

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You have or know someone in their 40s with a compelling story they want to share? Drop me a line on biko@bikozulu.co.ke

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697 Responses
  • Ymona
    31.10.2017

    Bucket list things.
    commenting first




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    • bundi
      01.11.2017

      Really?!




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      • Gathoni
        04.11.2017

        Jesus!




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    • Wangari
      01.11.2017

      Really, did you even read what the story is about? sad!! Biko thank you for this piece and especially during this volatile political season we are in. May God bless us.




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      • Papa
        01.11.2017

        Flo ? Such a terrible thing to happen. But I’m glad you gave it to me to read. We have many refugees wanting to come into Australia . They should feel the warmth of being among people who care , and abore the violence of those animals.




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    • Priscilla Wambu Kamau
      01.11.2017

      You must have fallen on your head when you are a baby.




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      • RV
        18.11.2017

        Oh my. Why,I ask myself again,do I complain?! God,I’m sorry. I even dared think that my story is worth telling. Let me just silently slip back into my abundantly blessed life and hope that I can make a difference in someone else’s life.




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    • Lee
      01.11.2017

      complete twat…




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    • Kagz
      01.11.2017

      Really?! That is all??




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    • James Munene
      01.11.2017

      God help us.




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      • Juh
        02.11.2017

        After reading this story do you think he’ll help you?




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    • Muthoni Gachecheh
      01.11.2017

      1. Those people up there celebrating about being first comments: what on earth is wrong with you?

      2. This should be compulsory reading for all those social media warriors would have been saying ‘Let’s go the Rwanda/Congo/Somalia way’.

      3. Biko, how can we help this lady? We have been proven to have immense capacity to crowdsource.

      4. Is it possible to trace the G4S gentleman?




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      • Emma
        02.11.2017

        Muthoni Gacheche you really have good points. We should learn from this story. The G4S guard is a unique example of how true Kenyans should be. Yes… Would be good to find him and show him what his kindness brought about




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      • Audrey
        02.11.2017

        Especially help for her kids. So so sad!




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      • vee
        02.11.2017

        How can we help the lady with some donation.




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      • Mutheu Kabu
        02.11.2017

        How can we honestly help this lady and her children?




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      • Muchoki wa Wangari
        03.11.2017

        Like most other characters in this story, the G4s man remains nameless, including the main player, the mother.
        Still the true hero of the story is the one year old who grows up to age 8, even after having been placed in a cooking pot as an infant and surviving the horrors of the Congo forest for endless nights of savagery.
        Some questions arise. Masisi on the eastern parts of the Congo has for ages been inhabited by the Tustsi. It forms a part of the boundary with Rwanda and Uganda, stretching northwards to Beni and Butembo, to terminate the Congolese frontier at Bunia. The region called Nord Kivu. These hardworking inhabitants of the zone are famous for livestock farming and most of the milk and even cheese consumed in Goma is received from Masisi, Rutshuru and the neighboring Kanyabayoga.
        Their neighborhood is the Virunga mountains in the south west and the Ruwenzoris further north.
        As a Kenyan youth, I visited the area in the 90s and marveled at the plentifulness of this zone. Almost every crop planted, from yams to beans, seemed to sprout with incredible eagerness, well nurtured by the rich volcanic soils obtaining in the region. The inhabitants may well be the politest and most welcoming communities I had or would ever interact with, in the Congo.
        Back to the story, the Mai-Mai at the time was a forgotten story of half naked savages who lived further south in Bukavu and spreading out in non descript existence towards Lubumbashi. They were synonymous with the Mulele rebellion orchestrated by the Cuban dogs of war, lead by Che Guevara, and his Congolese side kicks like Kabila senior. That said, the Mai-Mai would not have the same description or even purpose in a 21st century Congo. Any bunch of abductors, rapists, child molesters and cannibals as described in the story are neither rebels nor freedom fighters. They are just simply what they are. Savages without a cause or relevance.
        Their leader, Mokolo, is curiously indifferent about the captives brought to his camp. His actions, rape and cannibalism on first sight with no interrogation would seem to contradict the need for such a long trek through the jungle. No wonder the woman captive and her brutalized children are eventually able to just sneak out, leaving their abductors reveling in their drunken stupor.
        So, who are these people?
        Known cannibals in the Congo inhabit the area in the north west. From Uele to Kikwit. They are the little known Bamangbetu and the Yogo, rarely seen with other communities as they shy away into the bamboo thickets where they conduct their dark rituals. A trek through the jungle from Masisi to reach this zone is beyond harzadous. One has to survive encounters with the silverback gorilla of Virunga, gigantic serpents of every description before reaching Epulu, home of the rarest animal on Earth, the Okapi, to be greeted by the sneering communities of Mbute pygmies. Such a journey for a Kivu mother and her infants is enough horror to challenge all reasoning, even without being goaded forward by the evil escort so grossly described.
        Uele draws its name from one of the many upper Congo rivers, snaking its way through the almost uninhabited emerald forest, to drain its waters into the gigantic river Congo. The one month trek would seem to take this direction even though there’s no mention of rivers. Welcome to the home of untold horrors, survival of the uncomplaining meekest, in a region that still waits to be discovered.
        Still, why bring the woman and her children out here for endless sessions of rape, only punctuated by grotesque meals and mental torture? What’s Mokolo’s agenda?
        ….
        To be continued…




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        • Margaret
          03.11.2017

          Thanks for the story. I have the privilege of visiting DRC north Kivu while undertaking a course in conflict at the uon. And it’s grave, unthinkable, unimaginable.




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          • Muchoki wa Wangari
            04.11.2017

            Apparently you had a tougher job than mine, and thanks for the comment. I was on a marketing assignment, a year or so before the conflict started in Kivu. So it’s like I left just in time, but you were assigned there when it was already red hot.
            Even then, one could feel the undercurrents of a ticking time bomb. And it was not anything comparable to what the average Kenyan would imagine, even in our most imaginative daydreaming of conflict. Indeed that was one time I felt truly proud to be Kenyan. Even noticing small details like Kenyans have a mark on their left upper arm. A scar left by the vaccination that we go through as kids, immunizing us against illnesses! The Congolese would marvel And say Kenyans are so valuable to their country, they are marked with a stamp in case they lose their way outside home.
            Yet , here we are… here we are dear brethren, we the envy of the region, toying with a dangerous idea whose consequences are totally merciless.




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        • Adam Bwesi Ntedika
          13.11.2017

          Now this story has already changed the way I complained about certain things. Yes dignity, respect and many more rights which a human so rightfully deserves are rights I experience by the grace of God. But God in his sovereignty allowed this lady to experience such outrageous experience… not good! Very bad! After that, what do I have to complain about? Words are not enough to explain The Almighty’s greatness likewise for me, words will not suffice to console this lady. Muchoki wa Wangari thank you for teaching me a bit about my country.

          This woman need Love, affection and art. Financial fund and more visit.

          I don’t know how long I have left to live, I will be cautious and wise not to state anything that I will not do but, one day I would like to help. If not this very woman then women like her, pastors like him and les enfants whom have gone through such saga. I too am a refugee in South Africa but my journey has been far better, nothing of this likeness. May The Lord Jesus Christ bless her soul. And may his name be blessed.




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          • Muchoki wa Wangari
            15.11.2017

            Amen and Amen!
            The Congo is too beautiful to be made that ugly, and too big to be made that small. The peaceful days we spent there as foreigners we called the country “Mboka kitoko” (The beautiful land).
            May the Lord have mercy on all of us and restore the beauty and dignity of this African gem.




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        • Black Parrot
          17.11.2017

          You took time Muchoki to make a relevant contribution to this piece, thank you




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      • Sharonrose
        04.11.2017

        How can we assist the woman? Are there links on how we can trace the G4s. Please let us know. I am ready n willing to contribute something for the two.




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      • Sharonrose
        04.11.2017

        Please let us know. I am ready n willing to contribute something for the two.




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      • Vianney
        05.11.2017

        This is not a story…but a life. Dear Lord, what manner of pain this is




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      • Nyawira Kibira
        11.11.2017

        I would like to be a part of the crowd funding for both the G4S gentleman and the woman with her children. Any success in tracing thr G4S gentleman so far?




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    • Muthoni Gachecheh
      01.11.2017

      What a despicable comment considering the content of this article.




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    • Heta
      02.11.2017

      Biko why only 40’s,there people with very touching stories and are of all ages!




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      • Rubie
        02.11.2017

        I knooww. Anyway, this man has a plan. He must have. You know he is chocolate man




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    • Nyach
      09.11.2017

      Physical pain, nightmares, paranoia, sleep deprivation and emotional withdrawal was / still is too much pain to bear..!
      This was pure torment..The memories will be with her forever..

      May God grant her strength and peace.




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  • Cagholine
    31.10.2017

    I made it!




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    • Nimusiima Susan
      31.10.2017

      I don’t know about you but if I would regret this comment after the read.




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      • Jane
        31.10.2017

        Thought so too.




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      • Priscilla Wambu Kamau
        31.10.2017

        My thoughts exactly.




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      • Wa Mso
        31.10.2017

        Indeed. Seems like day-cares have access to Biko’s stories.




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    • Joy
      31.10.2017

      This is one where you should have read first.




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    • Ian
      31.10.2017

      There really are more important things in life. Shame on you.




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    • Riri
      31.10.2017

      Idiot!!! Empty head!!




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      • Kev
        31.10.2017

        Be nice, such an article calls for deep self reflection. My thoughts though..




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    • Lyavule
      31.10.2017

      What kind of person are you!!




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      • TG
        01.11.2017

        what if I’m (we) guilty of all these atrocities only that I (we) committed them in my (our) head(s)?




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        • MA
          02.11.2017

          please explain yourself?




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    • Joy
      31.10.2017

      To what? Have you even read the story? You would have no words




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    • Dee
      31.10.2017

      Sad, maybe consider deleting after reading the story




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    • Kenyan Lawyer
      31.10.2017

      shame on you.




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    • immaculate
      31.10.2017

      i hope you still think so after reading the story




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    • Benjamin
      01.11.2017

      After failing to count my blessings so far…..wah!!! Forgive me lord…bless that lady, she has undergone worst nightmares…sad these rebels are still alive somewhere enjoyin’ their loot…..




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      • Grateful
        01.11.2017

        Many times we dont understand the things that happen in our lives and it seems like God has forasken us but the truth is He never does n we may not get it but He may be using her, her children and her story for greater, for sth beyond our mere comprehension.
        I am compleled to start a habit of not complaining because compared to this woman who has bn through so much n she doesnt complsin, all she asks is why?…. who am i to complain? My problems r valid but i still havr so much to be greatful for.
        This is a very inspiring story, thank you for writting it.
        Na nyinyi mafala wa kuandika how ur first to comment, see your life!!




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      • Diana Mbaine
        01.11.2017

        Oh myyyyyy! God forgive me for all the times I have complained and redeem me from this. I struggled to not shed tears in the matatu as I read this. Lord please change this mum’s and her kids story. Please heal them and give them a reason to smile. With you it’s possible. I found a new prayer item..this lady




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        • Meshack
          02.11.2017

          I agree, I have wondered what my complaints are for. I just need strength to keep thanking God whatever situation. May the Lord hold the storms of this world




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        • STELLA RUTTO
          02.11.2017

          Same here. I have asked God to forgive me for all the times I have complained about petty things. I also asked God why He would allow a series of misfortunes to happen to this lady and her children but I know He holds the answer and a better tomorrow for her. May He give them victory in the end. Maybe publishing this story will signal a new and fresh beginning for her.




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    • Lee
      01.11.2017

      this is thoughtless…really




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    • Mware
      01.11.2017

      whats the big deal in commenting first? and when do people really mature up? or should the three gimics put age (read maturity) restriction on this site? too many questions around this first to comment babies.




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    • Leah
      02.11.2017

      Surely?! Is that all you care for? You need help!




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  • Mimi
    31.10.2017

    Woohoo




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  • Kay
    31.10.2017

    Been a lurker but decided to be among the first to comment 😉




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    • Wambui
      31.10.2017

      Today is not that day please




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    • Priscilla Wambu Kamau
      01.11.2017

      You are insane.




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  • Sheilla Dorris
    31.10.2017

    It’s always a learning day when it comes to Tuesdays. If we don’t learn we rob life one of its key spice. Great read




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  • Elvis Mayaka
    31.10.2017

    She went through alot.. Women are strong.. after undergoing what she went through you probably lose the will to live anymore .,.




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    • TheBlackKennedy
      31.10.2017

      Oh my Damn!!!

      That lady is STRONG




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  • @clif_the_tall
    31.10.2017

    Nahhh. This one is not for me today. Can’t finish this. Not today. People roast people? Naaahh, not today. Sigh.




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    • Bumble Bee
      31.10.2017

      Hahahaha. You are not as strong as I thought huh?




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      • @clif_the_tall
        31.10.2017

        Hehe. Bumble Bee, i shall ‘ revisit’ this piece some other day when am ready to read it whole. I began reading it and the images that come to my mind were extremely disturbing. Very disturbing. Was not prepared for such today.




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        • Bumble Bee
          31.10.2017

          Since I read this in the morning, I have not stopped thinking about the 12 year old girl. Her screams fill my head. Her will to die faster. The suffocation of the fumes, the smell of burning fire wood, the smell of fire. How how blood was drying up even before it flowed from her body. The sound of her screams vibrating in her lungs. How she tightly closed her eyes in the hope that it was all very possible, a dream. But the burns won’t allow her.
          May she be on the forefront of heaven’s door. May her soul rest peacefully. May her spirit watch over the other tormented children.

          It reminds me of the documentary, Children of a Lesser God. The story of Garissa University massacre, of specifically,one Stella.

          For a second, I thought, if I was asked to book my own child, I would suffocate first and have her die rather than have her die from boiling water on her body until the life evaporates from her. But then, we thank our Good Lord for hope. She held on to hope until the life of her child was spared. May she grow to tell her mother’s tale. And may the spirit of the 12 year old burn in her that she may be the Messiah to the least of them. That she may bring salvation to those still being oppressed by the Maimai.

          God bless her heart.




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          • Elsie
            31.10.2017

            Uh! I did blink, several times!
            Tears have flown freely and my colleagues think something terrible has happened to me! I have told them it happened to a woman and forwarded this incredible piece to them!
            Now, that pastor is a SAINT! Women, there’s something for us here –hang in there! God listens to our cries!




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          • ana
            01.11.2017

            I can’t the 12 year old and the baby out of my mind…..so painful




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        • Hannah Banana
          31.10.2017

          I second you – @Clif_the _tall

          Just can’t seem to finish it up…. Too disturbing.




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    • Sintoyia
      31.10.2017

      Don’t finish not today not ever, my emotions have never been messed with like this




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    • Juelz
      31.10.2017

      Aki this is insane.




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    • Cess Njagi
      31.10.2017

      My sentiments exactly… This is not my kind of read.




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    • TheBlackKennedy
      31.10.2017

      I almost didn’t finish too

      You should go back and see the sun rise with Biko’s ending to the story




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    • Lolo
      14.11.2017

      I was unable to finish the piece too, my heart sunk to my stomach then I felt like I would throw it up through my mouth when I got to the part she had to boil her daughter. I’ve finally been able to finish it and my mind is still numb. This story is unfathomable.




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  • Eliani
    31.10.2017

    One deep piece I’ve read this morning. Fascinating but sad!




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  • Wahito
    31.10.2017

    I don’t even… I don’t…. I




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  • Nimusiima Susan
    31.10.2017

    Wow,,,just wow,,,,speechless.




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  • Isz
    31.10.2017

    I think in the figment of my imagination I know savagery exists…but this deep, its numbing…goodness. !!!!




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  • Kim
    31.10.2017

    This life….!!!
    One thinks they’ve seen it rough because they tarmarked for three years…then you read this story.
    I’ll NEVER complain again…




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    • Siobhan
      31.10.2017

      Co sign




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      • Thomas Moreka
        01.11.2017

        The story should be a lesson to those of us complaining about life’s challenges.




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  • Abdullah omar
    31.10.2017

    and God knew!




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  • Muthoni
    31.10.2017

    This story has tore mercilessly into my very core… while my tears flow, I also wonder why and how anyone can be allowed to undergo such hideousness.




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    • Eddah
      01.11.2017

      or how God gives someone so much power over another person’s life…but I guess ‘HE KNEW’




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      • Radiance
        10.11.2017

        I know Right? Smh




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  • Mumbi
    31.10.2017

    Devastating.




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  • Wesh - Peter Wesh
    31.10.2017

    I can’t count how many times my heart sank while reading this! Nothing I know can rationalize the barbarism of her ordeal. If I didn’t know better this could as well be a script for a horror film. The one that keeps you at the edge of your seat. And to live to tell her story! To find the strength to keep hope alive! No words complete this woman’s experience and resilience. Absolutely none.




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    • Waithera Ng'ang'a
      31.10.2017

      …..my thoughts too!!Well put Wesh.

      And here we are,sometimes complaining about not getting enough likes on IG and FB,while people like this woman have undergone earthshaking experiences…..And she still lives on…One thing,I have learnt from this,always be grateful for the mercies we recieve everyday from God!




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      • Duncan Eric Kimani Kuria
        31.10.2017

        This is beyond sorrow. I have no words. Good Lord.




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      • Diana Giteru
        01.11.2017

        Never have i been this broken because of how ungrateful i am in my life.




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    • Joy
      31.10.2017

      I kept on reading, thinking it’s all fiction. My mind couldn’t just perceive the barbarism and the horrendous experience she went through.




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    • Freddy
      31.10.2017

      While people are celebrating halloween today, others have lived it. Nothing fun about celebrating darkness in my opinion. Biko i think you’re on to something, Worship/Gospel music is known to heal the deepest of wounds, please bless her with all the music she wants.




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    • goebole
      31.10.2017

      Leave alone what to say, I don’t know what to think anymore. What happened to the fabric of man? How much torture does one have to inflict on their perceived offender to feel the satisfaction of having punished. I’m torn. I’m saddened.




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    • carol
      31.10.2017

      So usually,after reading a story on here,this is where I usually rush to just so to see what your opinion is because of your consistency and the fact that you give genuine feedback.




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    • Marmanet
      01.11.2017

      It should be adopted for film and every empty head one of us made to watch




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  • Viki
    31.10.2017

    Biko,

    Do you have her number. We should consider helping her to start something. Sometimes its the small step that matters. And maybe, just maybe we can help this one person look at a possible future. Trying not to bawl in the office.




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    • goebole
      31.10.2017

      Agreed




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      • bikozulu
        01.11.2017

        Hi there, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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        • Rebeçca Nelson
          01.11.2017

          Oooo
          Thank you so so so much Bikozulu for sharing this story…
          I have cried buckets while reading it and have been left asking, like her, why why why???
          Mercifully, noted too the NHCR PayBill No.329378 after hitting your relevant donation lead at the end of this story; and though no donation can ever wipe away such a lady’s sorrow, it can at least help afford her a more dignified existence….
          Meantime, praying for her. Only God knows why…




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        • STELLA RUTTO
          02.11.2017

          I think most guys here Biko would wish to make a direct contribution to her other than the larger UNHCR fund.




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    • Phil
      01.11.2017

      my thoughts too. something like a paybill number to get the fund growing for her and her children.




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      • Thandi
        02.11.2017

        Oh dear God. Oh my goodness. 8 years ago was just the other day! Let us love and care for one another! And support causes that help people who have lived such horrendous lives!




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Viki, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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      • Aisha
        02.11.2017

        That link leads to a blank page.




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    • Pete
      01.11.2017

      Biko and Viki,

      I would like to be involved on this particular one…

      I am saddened…




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    • Chelagarrit
      02.11.2017

      I second




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  • Carol
    31.10.2017

    Saddest story i have read in a long time.Fighting back tears.




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    • Waithera Ng'ang'a
      31.10.2017

      Same here..Really sad..




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    • Ann
      31.10.2017

      Me too. Dear God, Heal her & restore her faith in You. Hear us too & unite us. Heal our land so that we may be a testimony to the nations around us, that we will be a peaceful haven & witness to them




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    • Toni Saznito
      31.10.2017

      me too




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  • zippy
    31.10.2017

    Sad…




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  • Joy
    31.10.2017

    Oh Dear Lord, comfort her.
    What a sad story. May God be ever so close to her and her children.
    What can we do to help her?




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    • Wange
      31.10.2017

      I’m with you. How can we help her?




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Joy, thank you for reaching out. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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      • Pet
        02.11.2017

        Hi Biko… thank you so much for the article. I would like to help her personally please.. as you mentioned earlier… you had bought her a phone… would you mind sharing her number please so I can send her mpesa directly




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  • Ms. Dee
    31.10.2017

    Sad story. Man’s capacity for evil is as unlimited as our capacity for good. Sad, sad sad. Can’t imagine your experience listening to the story first hand. Watching, observing. Tough and traumatising. Sad, sad, sad.




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  • Jane
    31.10.2017

    This is the saddest thing I have heard in my entire life. How can “humans” be so inhuman! Boil a human being….one’s own child! share a bloody heart. God forgive and redeem them. I actually hope they still don’t exist. May she find hope in the little life that remains of her…may her children be saved from the misfortunes they have experienced. Amen!




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    • Sash
      31.10.2017

      No comment




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  • Zahra
    31.10.2017

    Balancing tears and wondering how cruel people can get…..but like you said “wait till you see what man can do to another man”




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  • Orash
    31.10.2017

    That is a sad story. From what I have heard, the stories from Congo are heart wrenching. You cannot fathom how a man can do some things to a fellow man.




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  • the goose
    31.10.2017

    What does human flesh taste like? The birds did not sing.




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    • Sachy
      31.10.2017

      Actually, it tastes salty. Got that from one displaced person from Rwanda. The things a man can do to a fellow man!




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    • The birds have borne witness to the horrific deeds of man, and they are also traumatized and silent.




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  • Sophia Ngugi
    31.10.2017

    Reading this story made my stomach get very tight. I was not sure I will finish. My work is with humanitarian sector, displaced persons and refugees and I go to Kakuma and to think many of these women have this story makes me sad and I can feel the guilt of the good life we have. The good life where I can wake up and make a choice. Thanks Biko for sharing this.




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    • Bumble Bee
      31.10.2017

      We realize we don’t even deserve the life we live. Or lead.




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    • Trishnar
      31.10.2017

      Hey Sophia,

      I am interested in humanitarian work. How do I get in touch with you?




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    • Sachy
      31.10.2017

      The humanitarian sector is heartwrenching. Sadly, the ones who bear the brunt of all injustices in life are women.
      Worked with women and girls who’ve been visited upon injustices till I couldn’t take it anymore. The stories, the brutality. Sickening.
      We’re damn lucky.




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      • Caroline Ngonze
        31.10.2017

        True Sachy, I worked with them as well. The horror stories I heard were unimaginable..I left after 4 years. Couldn’t take in any more stories of monstrosities meted out by fellow humans.




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    • Deborah
      01.11.2017

      Hey soph, how can i get in touch with you please? Would love to talk to you. Am interested in humanitarian work




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  • Ian
    31.10.2017

    As I focus and stare hard at my computer screen eyes wide open, wider than they normally are. “Don’t blink Ian…”
    What a story…
    Literally no words………. no words.

    http://www.ianwainaina.wordpress.com




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    • Judy Njeri
      01.11.2017

      Ian, liking your blog already. but Biko still is king




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      • Ian
        03.11.2017

        Hi Judy, thanks for the words and I agree, he is.




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  • Kambura
    31.10.2017

    I bawled my eyes out with this one. Oh, how much pain can one human being take!




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  • Nyaguthie
    31.10.2017

    Saddest story have read.I feel her pain*wipes tear* We should be thankful for all that we have.
    No one will ever understand the mind of God.
    Great read.




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  • Jo
    31.10.2017

    Such a poignant story. We take some privileges for granted.




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  • Philip
    31.10.2017

    Even the birds dont sing……But God knew.Sad




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  • Faynosh
    31.10.2017

    I am just here shocked. I don’t know what to say.




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  • Aisha
    31.10.2017

    Have you ever read a story and after every paragraph you pose and thank God?




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    • Waithera Ng'ang'a
      31.10.2017

      That was also me on this story..




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      • Dee Dion
        01.11.2017

        Hey Waithera. Pole for the ordeal,by God’s grace you are a strong woman now you can lift your voice and testify.You made it. Bless you gal




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  • Naz
    31.10.2017

    We take our lives for granted ,We take what we have for granted.Such inequality in this world.No-one deserves such a past .

    Thank you for the story !




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  • Kim
    31.10.2017

    Gadamnit!




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  • Irene
    31.10.2017

    i sobbed for her, so sad




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  • Kay
    31.10.2017

    “Cutting onions…” 🙁




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  • Bumblebee
    31.10.2017

    Tears are dripping from my eyes and I am in the train.
    Two things.
    1. Wait until you see what a man can do to another man. This works both ways. Both in good and evil. A man can lay down his life for another, and a man can draw the life from another man smiling. Case in point, the G4S man hosting strangers who could very possibly be mad people, in your house, leaving your own bed, for complete strangers ( God bless his heart) Vis a Vis the top cream of evil men who boiled little kids alive ( Forgive them Father for they know not what they do).

    2. God knows. Apocalypse and the hope of an after life gives us hope that we will pick it up with him.




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    • Bumble Bee
      31.10.2017

      Also, never underestimate the healing power of music. Did you you the song sky crapper has helped prevent , or rather save over 1700 people from themselves? Healing power of Music.

      Carol Meryl Achieng? Do you need an oxygen tank as you drown in tears?




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      • I’m still in shock that their exist people who have the capacity to inflict such horrors to their fellow man!




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    • Susan
      31.10.2017

      I am actually curious about the G4S guy. Can he be traced. God worked through him.




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  • churchill salmon
    31.10.2017

    Sad beyond measures man, the story is surreal. We should be greatful for life . People have gone through Isht that we can’t imagine




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  • Kish
    31.10.2017

    And just when you thought that its the saddest thing she’s gone through…. The next paragraph proves you wrong.

    We’ve read many sad stories here before… But this beats them all..

    So surreal at one point I too was almost sure its not all true.

    May God salvage what’s left for her… She’s still alive… God knows




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  • moh
    31.10.2017

    I have actually gone teary after this article today.She is one brave woman who has gone through a lot of turmoil ,pains and hardships and the amazing thing is that she is strong enough in a way to still live on.Words are are understatement of what she has surpassed.Impossible is nothing with God…always believe never loose hope no matter how little is left to hold on to




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  • Kennedy
    31.10.2017

    I am looking at the wall, i promise i wont blink

    Biko can we get one of those kids a decent education at least?




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    • Viki
      31.10.2017

      I agree. Help somehow. Anyway possible.




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    • Bumble Bee
      31.10.2017

      My sentiments exactly. Biko can we?




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    • Carol
      31.10.2017

      Biko, guide us. We need to help in any way possible.




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    • Bxhal
      31.10.2017

      Great idea.




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    • We need to help. How long will she and her family be there? Is there a process underway to get her citizenship..Kenyan or otherwise? Can we help get her housing, to get a new life and hope and dignity for the children. Would love to help too.




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      • Aggie
        31.10.2017

        Refugees are under the UNHCR.They give them basic necessities like food,clothing,shelter and education for their kids.It’s not possible for them to get citizenship.
        But there’s a new camp with better houses being build for them at Kalobeyei(1 or 2 mMs from kakuma).Maybe repatriation overseas with a better job and therefore improved living standards.
        But we can help them with clothes,we can donate books and even proffesionals can offer free guidance and visits.
        Refugees are traumatised but we ignore them all the time.We should all be guilty and do something about it.




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      • Henry Matiru
        31.10.2017

        Great idea. Count me in




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    • Mwenda
      31.10.2017

      This I would be honoured to be a part of, maybe even get proper formal education for all of them.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Kennedy, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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    • NimohK
      03.11.2017

      What about some professional counseling first, their little minds are all messed up.




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  • Bumble Bee
    31.10.2017

    Tears are dripping from my eyes and I am in the train.
    Two things.
    1. Wait until you see what a man can do to another man. This works both ways. Both in good and evil. A man can lay down his life for another, and a man can draw the life from another man smiling. Case in point, the G4S man hosting strangers who could very possibly be mad people, in your house, leaving your own bed, for complete strangers ( God bless his heart) Vis a Vis the top cream of evil men who boiled little kids alive ( Forgive them Father for they know not what they do).

    2. God knows. Apocalypse and the hope of an after life gives us hope that we will pick it up with him




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    • bresh
      31.10.2017

      Couldn’t have been put any better




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  • Felicia
    31.10.2017

    I can’t relate to her pain, I won’t even try. Tonight I will hug my daughters alittle more. Is there any way we can help?




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Felicia, thank you for reaching out. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Shirley
    31.10.2017

    Oh dear Lord……I can’t stop crying…..




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  • Mushie
    31.10.2017

    Eh!
    That lady is strong. I can’t even begin to imagine those things she went through.. Especially the kids.
    Oh Lord
    I am emotionally drained..
    May she continue finding strength……waaaaah




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  • Nyambura Kagwe
    31.10.2017

    Tears…saddest story I have ever read.How we take so many things for granted.As a mother I cannot even begin to fathom the unimaginable pain of watching your own child boil or a 12year old being roasted alive.

    It shows you the extent to which human beings can go in hurting others as lesser beings.
    But God is truly gracious for giving her and her kids a second chance in life.She is truly a fighter.




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  • Asenath
    31.10.2017

    All I can say is that you let me know when you go and see her,,,I may not do much, but I want to help.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hello Asenath, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • George Thuo
    31.10.2017

    Oh Biko. Oh what you do. You do good work. You constantly remind us what others are going through while we are busy complaining about life’s inconveniences. This is the saddest story i have read. Thank you. It shall be well. Music will usher her into a new life. And if she can pen a thing or two, she will discover a brand new life yonder.




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  • Stella
    31.10.2017

    Profound shock in human-animal ability that speaks volumes. Sad. It begs to ask, what can we do? Taking deep breaths and sinking with unbound sorrow in this story can only last so long. Then, we are back to our reality and version of sadness and frustrations that we have inadvertently chosen to surround ourselves with. At least we have a choice, even if and when we think we don’t, we actually do. But, she does not. What to do now?




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Stella, we can’t do much, but you can help by donating here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Esenam Allen
    31.10.2017

    Sometimes it is good, sometimes it is bad. Sometimes it is tough, very tough.




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  • Lither
    31.10.2017

    I am avoiding being a blubbering mess in the office. I cannot finish reading this. I simply Cannot.




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    • Dennis
      31.10.2017

      Jikaze and finish it. You’ll appreciate peace.




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  • Barbara
    31.10.2017

    What is an appropriate response to this woman’s story? I can say how touching it is, but is that appropriate? I will be touched and then I’ll get up and go about my life, maybe tell it to two or three people, but that would be it. Someone tell me how to respond in a way that actually impacts this woman’s life because I am at a loss.




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    • Nicole
      31.10.2017

      A prayer goes a long way.




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    • Isz
      31.10.2017

      ..been thinking bout this all morning…’she was shocked she had ‘choice’…this is still haunting me….




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  • Henon Ataryeba
    31.10.2017

    Thanks Biko, touching story.




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  • Nicole
    31.10.2017

    Dear Lord may you always remind me of how blessed I am just to wake up in the morning and be able to go to work and to have all necessities in this life. May you keep me humble so that I can learn to be grateful and may you remember the woman above always.




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  • Dee
    31.10.2017

    For the past three months, I have been emotionally drained and kept on wondering why I have to go through such. I have read this story and I am sorry God that I forgot all the blessings you have given me. I admire her strength . I admire her resilience and hope and pray that her better days will come sooner !
    Thanks for sharing this Biko




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  • PK
    31.10.2017

    Its now official i fear humans more than i fear any other animal on this earth! Human can do this to other humans!!




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  • Larissa
    31.10.2017

    I tried so hard not to blink, I couldn’t stop myself. This is super heartbreaking. I hope that ember turns into fire someday.




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  • Bildad O'Brian
    31.10.2017

    People go through alot out here. People who have the right to complain and be bitter.




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  • Wairia
    31.10.2017

    How do you even start recovering from such an ordeal???




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  • Dennis
    31.10.2017

    Am speechless Biko. So painful and emotional read. May God give her strength to overcome the pain. Thanks Biko for such stories for they make me appreciate life and peace in Kenya.




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  • Njihia
    31.10.2017

    That was one of the saddest and the most painful reading I have ever done…….




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  • Lydia
    31.10.2017

    Oh my God.




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  • Mamacita
    31.10.2017

    I could not help shedding tears. There is too much evil on this planet.




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  • Ken
    31.10.2017

    So sad this story. My assistant thinks im having problems with my eye. I normally do….not today




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  • Terry
    31.10.2017

    You think you have been through shit till you read such stories and realize that your life is actually a bed of roses.




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  • Sina Maneno
    31.10.2017

    This is the saddest story I have read, I can’t hold back tears. To think this really happened to a human being and not one of those things we see in movies or read in novels. May this family find peace in their souls.




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  • Chesiyna
    31.10.2017

    All am asking right now is ; did God see and allowed it to happen?




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    • marie becca
      31.10.2017

      God knows. Problem is his timing is not our own. He is still manifesting. If anyone can be through all that and still manage, in one piece. That takes only God.




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  • Kris
    31.10.2017

    What is wrong with us humans to be honest? Why why why. Gosh.




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  • catherine
    31.10.2017

    trying to understand her pain, there’s not even a word




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  • Catherine
    31.10.2017

    This is soooo sad… I can’t stop the tears from falling. I pray that time will heal the wounds for her and her children.




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  • Christopher Kazungu
    31.10.2017

    Very moving story, Biko.Tears streamed down my cheeks as I read the story.




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  • Cheropta
    31.10.2017

    Sigh… don’t blink!




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  • Ng'ash
    31.10.2017

    Oh goodness. Thank you Biko for doing this story.




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  • WanzaChantalle
    31.10.2017

    my heart hurts.
    Waah. I… lack enough words to truly describe how devastatingly heartbreaking each word kept getting. I have sobbed. I take too much for granted. No more. It may not help but I’m truly sympathetic and sorry for what she has endured and yet proud of her inner spirit and strength in the face of pure torture after torture, mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually. Those were not men. But stay resilient, woman, queen, warrior. Heroine.
    Blessings, love, healing and light.




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  • Grace
    31.10.2017

    I am one of those who comes here to read and then i go away. Today however I will comment. I work with refugees and the stories I have heard from Congo are some of the worst. The Congolese refugees have been to hell and back. At some point, I had to undergo counselling to deal with what I heard. For those may have doubts about the authenticity of this story, I urge you to take time and speak to refugees.
    Maybe the media needs to air stories about refugees and maybe we Kenyans will think twice about war and be grateful for the peace we enjoy as a nation.
    Thank you Biko for reaching out and telling stories of refugees. We need to hear more of them. They are human after all and did not choose the life they now live.




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    • Deborah
      01.11.2017

      this is exactly what I’ve been thinking all along as i read. We kenyans are taking the peace we have for granted! May God heal Kenya




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      • trizza Ngugi
        01.11.2017

        Not blinking hasn’t worked for me. This story is heartbreaking. My heart bleeds for the children. May God see them through.




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  • Dickson Kinyua
    31.10.2017

    Fuck man….just…..fuck.

    I blinked.




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  • Metumi
    31.10.2017

    At such instances you question God




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    • marie becca
      31.10.2017

      Yes. He should be questioned because He is the answer. See, how else can you explain this phenomen. Death, Rape, fear, Torture, Cold, Hunger Hungand come out in one piece to see another day, Only God




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  • Lily
    31.10.2017

    Hope this will make us introspect clearly.




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  • Njoki Allans
    31.10.2017

    My heart mourns for her..Humans have really evolved into something God did’nt create,as i read this i hate rapists,i really hate them.They should be hanged,to that lady i hope you find peace,i hope the darkness inside you reduces if disappearing is too much. I dont know why God didn’t say anything or do anything but He is God He has all the answers




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  • kevin
    31.10.2017

    DEEP and SAD, I have tried looking at one spot without blinking but it doesn’t work .Am in tears after reading this….




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  • Mkash
    31.10.2017

    This one is for tears…. my heart bleeds for this lady, and her children….and so many others who have gone through such an ordeal. May God in His wisdom give them peace, and healing…and fill them with hope. This is just sad, so so sad.




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  • Kisenya
    31.10.2017

    This is one of the saddest story that I have read this year!




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  • Wahito
    31.10.2017

    What do you say?

    I’m looking at my son sleeping and can’t imagine him being boiled-by me no less even though forced!

    Jesus come down.
    How?

    And still we spew hate? Father forgive us

    This is what hate leads to, inhumanity.




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  • Papi
    31.10.2017

    I blink




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  • Julianna
    31.10.2017

    Words fail …Sigh! Biko, thank you for sharing this story with us. Are we sure there is nothing we can do?




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Juianna, there is something you can do. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Rachel
    31.10.2017

    Too sad …………why do such things happen to people? Why?




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  • Mical
    31.10.2017

    This article has literally given me a hard task this morning… I have battled with my tears through it all…I thank God for the little I have and I thank Him more for giving her a chance to see one more day…May He continue working on her, to give her and her children a reason to smile just one more time!!




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  • Fridah
    31.10.2017

    I didnt ‘blink’ until where the pastor said God knew.i didnt want to believe the story.I wanted it to be folkore.I wanted it to end with a simple lesson like ‘thats why you shouldnt go to the forest’ .Then the G4S guard,God bless his soul, appeared and in a place where he would have given her money or food he chose to give her so much more and gave humanity in a story that none was left.Biko please share this ladys number and lets show her some love.




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    • Siobhan
      31.10.2017

      Maybe the G4S guy was God coming thru for that lady… crazy




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      • STELLA
        02.11.2017

        True God works in mysterious ways.




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  • Eunice
    31.10.2017

    Bawling my eyes out. Things that we think matter don’t actually matter. Here I am thinking is it okay to ask God why ?? Why do all this stuff happen and more so to one lady? Oh Good Lord,May the light of Christ shine bright in her life and maybe someday she will understand the why of her ordeal.




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  • Joan
    31.10.2017

    Biko, I want to help her and her children. Please, please tell me how. I just had a baby and this story has torn at my heart. Please show me how to help!




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Joan, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Eva
    31.10.2017

    I am officially done. THIS LIFE!!!!!




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  • Tonton Tosh
    31.10.2017

    And here we all are complaining about how ‘hard’ life has become,how ‘pressed’ we are.




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  • Grace Yaa
    31.10.2017

    My eyes are teary! Such realness, such depth.. Why would someone go through all that?
    My heart aches!

    Thank you Biko.




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  • jennifer
    31.10.2017

    It took me everything to finish reading this. And am still trying to comprehend.




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  • This is one of the most horrendous accounts I’ve read in my whole life, and that’s saying alot..The crisis there has produced evil monsters. I can’t help but feel rage over what the West has done in the DRC for decades..(and centuries because truthfully..it begins with King Leopold.) And for what? For rubber, for copper, gold, diamonds, cobalt, uranium, coltan, oil…for mineral resources. They’ve traded people’s souls for all that. It’s sad, and horrific and incomprehensible.
    I pray for this lady. I can’t imagine what horrors she is reliving in her memories, the things she sees when her eyes are tight shut. God knows and He sees, and I pray He heals every dimmed corner of her body, soul and spirit. Only God can.




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    • nkonge_moreen
      31.10.2017

      Reminds me of Adam Hochschild’s “King Leopold’s Ghost” how little things have changed!!




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    • Watched this account, more recent of the curse of the coltan mines and felt even more gutted. The mine workers are still being shafted (pun unintended)… in their own country!!!! but the West profits the most…aaargh! It’s gutting, and annoying and very symbolic when the lady in this account says she doesn’t even own a phone! Coltan out of Kivu in Eastern Congo mines is used in all the electronic gadgets, the latest phones, laptops, airplanes! DRC should be given space to grow, instead of regional powers and the West turning a blind eye to the conflicts between militant groups in eastern DRC, doing little to stop the rapes and the killings which have surpassed those of the holocaust! https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dTwzCy0-RTw




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      • And then there are discussions about elections in 2018, it seems that Joseph Kabila very much like other African strongmen wants to hold onto power. When will the people of the DRC have what is rightfully theirs? When will the plunder of their resources end? When will the rapes of women and children stop? When will the neo-colonialism in the country end? When will they be given space to make their own choices? When will they be allowed to ride into their glorious destiny? When when when???




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        • Muchoki wa Wangari
          04.11.2017

          Yes, Caroline. All these are questions begging for answers. But, alas, the history! Check out Joseph Conrad’s “Heart Of Darkness”. The happenings, even before the Kabilas were born, are uncomfortably similar to the current events over there.




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  • Brand Lubian
    31.10.2017

    ” Guilty that I will get on a plane in a few hours and head back to Nairobi and on to my “pressing” life, onto another “pressing” story, and deadline and my important plans and my useless moanings about life’s inconveniences while this woman wrestles with immense ghosts here in a camp filled with both hope and hopelessness.”

    MOST TIMES WE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT PEOPLE HAVE GONE UNTIL WE LISTEN TO THEIR STORIES…not the intellectual and fake social media ones or the motivational speaker like ones but real stories… Everything Is a Story




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    • Kidamakana
      31.10.2017

      This is a truly heart wrenching account of what happened to that lady, her kids and the Pastor. It must have been extremely hard to even master the courage to ask questions Biko. I cant believe that they are human beings going through such gruesome experiences in this world we live in . I have taken away from this story that I should be very grateful for my life and complain less, way less.
      I am angry that we have such beasts on earth and sad that she was so abused for so long and like her questions of a higher nature came to me for which I have no answers




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  • Isaac Befry
    31.10.2017

    Man, this is sad. May God bless her and her family.




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  • Janet
    31.10.2017

    Numb….. These numbed me..how sad….




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  • fyby
    31.10.2017

    Jesus Christ! Whhhhhaaaaaaatttttt? No one deserves that kind of suffering, i have teared, i can’t imagine what shes is going through. Biko, how can we help?




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Fyby, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Kui
    31.10.2017

    “It’s a cry I can’t be bothered to describe because I’m tired of writing this sad story. Hers were tears of loneliness.”




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  • Makenzi
    31.10.2017

    I have never read a story that Made me feel helplessly sad as this one. The evilness of human beings.




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  • pau
    31.10.2017

    Waah




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  • Maggie
    31.10.2017

    In the office reading this, trying so hard not to cry.




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  • marya
    31.10.2017

    You think you have seen it all then this. Even animals are not this cruel. My heart goes out to her. A strong woman she is .:-(




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  • Lydia
    31.10.2017

    Oh dear Lord…I cannot even imagine the pain she felt watching her child boil. I have tears in my eyes but I cannot break down because this woman actually lived it. I am only reading it but she lived it. I do not deserve to have my pain flow down my cheeks. She married a man she barely likes so other men don’t take advantage of her. This is just…why? Just why? God, please intervene for this woman and her children.




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  • Njeri
    31.10.2017

    BIKO…..I blinked… And am still blinking.I hope you told her that she didn’t deserve what happened, no one does.This is not a story, not a masterpiece….. I simply cannot fathom what to call what I just read because it’s also not ‘life’.




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  • Carolynne
    31.10.2017

    My heart sunk,sad sad.




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  • lynnah
    31.10.2017

    how evil is the heart of man? The bible says the heart of man is desperately wicked. Help me God to always guard my heart. I realised with relief that there was something that still lived in her, a small ember that if fanned would turn into a fire again, and that thing, that little flicker needed music to get it alive again. Let the fire burn until life and dignity are restored.




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  • nkonge_moreen
    31.10.2017

    This is dark, evil and heavy yet with a glimmer of hope…Biko what can we (I) do for her to fan what’s left of that ember?




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Moreen, thank you for reaching out to us. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Carol
    31.10.2017

    Christ!!!!!!!!!!




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  • Forest
    31.10.2017

    This one just broke me…




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  • Mathew
    31.10.2017

    The things people go through, you hear some experiences and you go like “God please handle that, I can wait…”.




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  • Tichi
    31.10.2017

    Had to do a double take.am so sorry she and many other refugees have to go through such harrowing. Experiences….am glad she found refuge and kind souls here who could help her and many like her…I pray for peace in kenya and the region ..thank you Biko.




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  • Mathew
    31.10.2017

    How does God handle this evil in his creation.. It’s too much… Way too much




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  • george
    31.10.2017

    to a person of the world; a confusing story but to a kingdom person i see GODS faithfulness.




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  • Abby Miranda
    31.10.2017

    I’m also trying not to blink. This is graphic. although i have to give you credit for making it to the end of the interview




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  • Jen
    31.10.2017

    Bikozulu, you are a good man! God bless you!




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  • Nzilani
    31.10.2017

    Can’t stop crying.




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  • Carole
    31.10.2017

    I wish all Kenyans can have this story for breakfast every morning for the next two months, maybe we might get our sanity back and stop all this negative- ethnicity crap running amock in our beautiful land.




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  • Bxhal
    31.10.2017

    Wah. Gutwrenching. At first I thought it a creative narrative, kumbe it’s a firsthand account! My goodness. If this story doesn’t awaken us to the truth of the matter which is that we have been bequethed with a peaceful Jewel of a Nation i.e. Kenya and we should protect and treasure her at all costs, then honestly I don’t know what will. Many a time we see foreigners we assume to be refugees and shun them or judge them , mostly in our heads. But we don’t consider empathy. To walk in their shoes for a minute. And this piece made me think of that. Of the fact that, as Biko has written, none of them chose to be refugees. They are living the consequences of some few (probably) tribal hatemongers who (probably) never faced the same end. Worse, no one chose to be born as they were: a certain tribe or skin color. It’s truly sad that the divide and conquer BS from colonialists caught on so well, too well here.
    I almost cried reading this coz this past month I’ve been complaining about the most mundane of things. They seem quite life-changing to me, tbh. Relativity, one would say. Yet I’m not sure they will ever compare to what the lady above has gone through. I don’t think I could survive really. She not only survived it, she is overcoming it one step at a time. Most impressive is how she found the strength to run on that destined morning, when most people’s spirits and will would have been too broken with fear to even dare attempt an escape.
    I’m saddened by what happened to her children. Saddened that Innocents had to go through all this. This is what happens when we sit silent on our timelines whilst people we call friends spew hateful posts with each hateful utterance from a politician! Our innocent children who have nothing to do with these shenanigans end up paying the price. I swear if we don’t wisen up, I don’t even know.
    I don’t know what that pastor meant by “God knew”. Im willing to bet most people in their adulthood have questioned God’s existence due to what they consider a trauma or two in which God didn’t come through for them as they hoped. All of my moments pale in comparison to the lady’s. I try to look for the good in the bad but I’m forced to consider there isn’t any. I resent the thought of God putting people through nasty experiences just so they can help us learn something. I don’t want to believe there is no distinction between us but I think at the end of the day, human beings are just animals. Their level of savagery is just as great as their capacity for good. Hell, maybe even greater. We all think chickens are docile but look at how a mother hen reacts when you try pinch one of it’s chicks away. Truth is, we all aspire to live a civilized life but when we don’t hold our neighbors to these standards, this is what happens. As Martin Luther once said, we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends. Be the conscience on your timeline and risk being blocked and let history give you a clean conscience rather than lose our beloved country. Most of us agree in public but in private, curse our so-called “enemies” out…let’s remember, what’s done in the dark often comes to light…in a way we may never want. Let’s value our country and keep her peaceful for the sake of our children.

    PS: can we find the G4S guy? #Shujaa.




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    • Irene
      31.10.2017

      Thanks for sharing what i had in mind…this country is a gem, and we will only know the value once its lost (to the dogs!).
      Most of us here have never slept anywhere else but in a warm comfortable bed…there’s no such in war.
      Biko, this story (i regret calling it so) has given me more reasons to celebrate my life as it is. And it happens to be my 40th year too. May God grant peace, love and light to the mum and her kids.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Bxhal, what we can do is donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Restored Voice
    31.10.2017

    Oh my goodness and some Kenyans really desire for us to go to war? May God forgive us for our foolishness!




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  • Ann
    31.10.2017

    I can’t stop crying . Anything anyone can do for her and her children biko ?




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Ann, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Zethu
    31.10.2017

    This is emotionally draining. Damn.




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  • Angie Ngugi
    31.10.2017

    Biko I can’t imagine how hard this must have been for you to listen and then relive it again by writing.
    Her kids have PTSD I’m sure they’d do well with a psychiatrist to help them get over the ordeal.
    What is life anymore..




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  • Max
    31.10.2017

    Am caught unawares, i cant get it off my head in the next few days… she’s still alive! I’d like to see what she becomes of.




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  • George
    31.10.2017

    Trying not to blink as I read this.




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  • Lizz
    31.10.2017

    This is the saddest thing I have read this year… My heart bleeds for her




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  • Diva
    31.10.2017

    Jesus….now I can’t help blinking. How can someone help this woman?




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hello Diva, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Charles Kagana
    31.10.2017

    Within every human being, there lies an inherent capacity for either good or evil that is beyond measure. One only needs to find oneself in an environment that allows you to fully exploit this capacity.




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  • Mueni
    31.10.2017

    Everything happens for a reason to those that believe…..as Bikos faithful followers (gang)we can give this story a happy ending. Let Biko give us a number we contribute what each has for the children’s education and for the mom too




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Mueni, thank you for reaching out. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Barbs
    31.10.2017

    I read it quarter-way(in some boring meeting with pie-charts and graphs), paused, gawked at the ACs in the ceiling to hold my tears from trickling. I have been through nothing. Biko you should assist her write a book




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  • Bre
    31.10.2017

    Extremely sad. The worst story I have read in my life. Could be the worst I could ever read. I cant think of anything worse than this. This story made me to be extremely grateful for my life. Maybe God created her for such a time like this. To slap us out of our ignorance and constant murmuring about trivial things. For sure I will never look at life the same. Every time I try to complain I’ll remember this story. Her life is not over yet so hoping the rest of the time she and her children have on earth will be more pleasant




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  • Imma
    31.10.2017

    This is heart wrenching . I have no words, other than there can’t surely still be a God. This story has taught me that there are good people in this world….and obviously…monsters too.




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    • watakila
      31.10.2017

      Life is so messed up….u never know God’s plan




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  • Michael
    31.10.2017

    Eish, Biko. This is the most heartbreaking story you have written so far and reading it reminded me of the evil things man can do to a fellow man!




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  • Ivalin
    31.10.2017

    She lived for her children. How thoughtful, she even forgot her own miseries. there’s always just that one ray of hope




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  • Andia
    31.10.2017

    How do we help her and her children??




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Andia, thank you for reaching out, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Monari
    31.10.2017

    Wait till you see what a man can do to another man- that pretty much sums it up. I work with refugees and their stories are beyond shocking. But people generally don’t hear them. Thank you bikozulu for telling her story..




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    • watakila
      31.10.2017

      I can’t imagine the ordeal they go through……..such stories gives you a whole new perspective of life




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  • Mercy
    31.10.2017

    Biko, no. This cannot be just another 40’s story. How can I help? How can we reach out to her, her children, anything we can do, please.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Mercy, thank you for reaching out, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Johnny
    31.10.2017

    How she survived all that trauma is simply beyond me. I just can’t wrap my mind around what she lived through inside that forest. She’s one very strong woman.




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  • Kenneth
    31.10.2017

    Wah…this story! Very sad…and to think we keep complaining….about this that or the other. This story gives a new perspective to life.




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  • Lusimba
    31.10.2017

    (deep sigh….)

    (deep sigh….)

    (speechless….)

    i have a knot in my tummy. Still digesting this.

    I know people are wicked. I have seen some wicked stuff…this tops them all




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  • nelly
    31.10.2017

    Gang, can we get her out of that place? Please?




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    • watakila
      31.10.2017

      Biko should direct us…..as much as material help won’t heal,……at least it would make her life easier




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      • bikozulu
        01.11.2017

        Hi Watakila, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Nelly, you can help by donating here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Irene
    31.10.2017

    Nyayo Estate Embakasi child story, at least that one I bawled my eyes out. This one though. . . . . . It has tagged a place where there are no tears, just some deep deep despair. Lord have Mercy.




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  • imma
    31.10.2017

    Is this true? Evil after another? speechless




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  • watakila
    31.10.2017

    May God forgive us for whining and complaining about life’s problems.
    May God visit her and redeem her…..
    May she find peace from the ghosts she battles with at night…….She has gone through so much for one lifetime
    ……and her children…,ehe!!This is so messed up




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  • Judy
    31.10.2017

    I am not sure what to say after such a heart breaking story that this particular woman and her children have gone through. May God bless her beyond measure for being there for her vulnerable children even when she felt lost as a human being.




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  • Bonface Muse
    31.10.2017

    We take things for granted not knowing what others undergo…..Thanks Biko




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  • Lizzie
    31.10.2017

    So sad! It really baffles me how much hate and evil people carry around in their hearts. How else can you describe such heinous behavior? There’s so much joy in the world. There are fewer bad people than there are good. Why does evil win so many times? Why can’t we just seek love and light!? I wish so much sorrow on those men, I wish their fate will be worse than what I wish for them. I pray karma doesn’t let this one go. I pray the lady and her kids will be fine, at peace and learn to trust again. I wish them so much joy from life and in life. I wish the birds would just sing already. I wish her turn for misfortune is over.
    So sad!




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  • T
    31.10.2017

    ‘ wait and see what a man can do to another man ‘




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  • Anne
    31.10.2017

    I am numb.




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  • Nyaguthii
    31.10.2017

    I am seated at the waiting bay of a hospital and I am scared. I want to scream. I want to wail. I want to cry.
    You think you’ve heard it all. You think humans can’t get any more cruel…

    She is the embodiment of emotional and mental fortitude. I would have cracked.




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  • MwendeF
    31.10.2017

    I haven’t read such a heart-wrenching sad story before. I pray for her that God would somehow minister to her and her children. Only God who is love can heal her soul.




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  • Martha
    31.10.2017

    Am so broken……




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  • Lisa
    31.10.2017

    How we take for granted all what God has provided for us. Jesus! All that happened to one person. Tearful I am. What disgusts me is that we are killing one another emotionally with tribalism here in Kenya. Lord grant hope on the woman and help us appreciate all you have given us.




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  • Meryl
    31.10.2017

    Waaaart!Really,people go through a lot more horrendous (because the word difficult cannot fully describe this) experiences than some of us could ever imagine..and even more sad is the fact that these sufferings are caused by fellow human beings This made me shed tears-we really take a lot forgranted.
    May God help us to brighten the corner where He has placed us.




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  • Lily
    31.10.2017

    I haven’t cried this hard in a long time. To think that we have gone through life……oooh my, she is a very strong woman!!! Am glad she still has some fire in her. May God hold her hands




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  • Kwambs
    31.10.2017

    This is the saddest most horrific tale I have ever read. I have cried in the office. My heart aches for her and her children.




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  • Kui
    31.10.2017

    Thanks Biko for this post… I have had a rough 2 years that got me thinking why I was alive if everything I tried to do was not successful and now I am grateful just for an opportunity to try and try again… the blessing of my heart beating, me breathing every single day and good health. What she went through no human alive should go through. I admire her resilience and that she always wanted the best for her children despite all she underwent.I pray that God may grant her peace and grace in her heart and mind and that her children may be able to fade those bad memories and live in the present despite the challenges.




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    • wamukota
      31.10.2017

      Always be grateful for the opportunity to try and try again.




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  • Abby K.
    31.10.2017

    Sigh.. This is heart wrenching.

    Thanks Biko for telling her story, as hard as it was for you to listen and pen it down. She survived all that!!!!! Sure she’s here and alive for a reason. Bless her and her family. God knows….

    May we all overcome our “pressing’ issues and know it can’t get any worse.




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  • Tetty
    31.10.2017

    My heart aches. This is the saddest story I have read and it being true, breaks my heart even more. She lives for her children and never contemplated suicide.
    We need to stop whining and be thankful for our lives.




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  • Shiku
    31.10.2017

    If human beings have such capacity in them to do evil, absolutely horrifying evil, what if we for once just decided to do good?? God bless the rangers and the G4S guard and the pastor. I hope that someday before she leaves this side of the sun she will find peace and a reason to smile again. I pray for her children……




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  • Emmah Njoroge
    31.10.2017

    I’m speechless, and to think my greatest worry at the moment is leaving my 3month old son to go back to work now seems so trivial. I’m worried he will cry (at times) for no reason and the house girl won’t be able to calm him down while someone had to put firewood to a pot holding her child. There’s just so much pain seeing your children suffer even from a well meant jab but boiling! And rape! That’s just too much for one person to handle. God knew…that she could handle it? Story of Job with different cast. God is unseen, and his ways are inscrutable and beyond human understanding.




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  • Ess
    31.10.2017

    My heart has shattered!!

    I pray that the music will heal her, transport her to a happy place, and that one day she will sing and dance from the depths of her heart.




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  • Winnie
    31.10.2017

    Oh Biko! How did you manage to sit through this interview? Its so unfortunate that her story is similar to so many. I have used up my emotions quota left for the year reading this one. I truly feel sad.




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  • Roselyne Wachira
    31.10.2017

    This is probably the saddest story I’ve ever heard or read. So much to thank God for. May God grant that lady and her children strength




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  • Suleiman
    31.10.2017

    I’ve never been touched by a story, ached by words this much…., A story of pure agony, told with carefully selected and emotions wording.
    May God remember that woman. It’s sad what militiamen can do to humanity.




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  • Mwangi Kiragu
    31.10.2017

    Now who’s that cutting onions in the office?!!!




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  • Adrian Kaburu
    31.10.2017

    This is arguably the saddest story I have ever read. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read through. This world we live in is sometimes so cruel. I pray for that lady and her children. I pray for that G4S Samaritan and his family too.
    “What could I do?” she asks. Her baby screamed as the water started boiling. The men stood around that fire, laughing and cheering. She cried and knelt before Mokolo and begged him to save her baby and cook her instead, eventually he told the men to remove her daughter. Half the skin on her lower body had peeled off by then. Over the next few days the baby cried constantly, her burns became septic and she started to emit an foul smell.




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  • Wa Mso
    31.10.2017

    “Weeks passed and the men informed them that Christmas was near and that they were going to bring “food.””….ironical: what are these monsters celebrating during Christmas.
    A heart-wrenching piece.
    We’ve studied animals (including man) and made so much progress in technology, space etc; but there’s so much to understand in humans: like why do some ‘people’ behave like beasts?
    That part about Choice is deep. And the things we complain about or take for granted?
    Thanks Biko.




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  • Eg
    31.10.2017

    Oooh Lord God of heavens! no no no no Biko! how did you even listen to this whole story??? waaa…




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  • Ted
    31.10.2017

    God knows……sad story indeed…But when she mentioned in that shop that she wanted to listen to music, I realised with relief that there was something that still lived in her, a small ember that if fanned would turn into a fire again, and that thing, that little flicker needed music to get it alive again.




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  • Mihas
    31.10.2017

    Ngai




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  • Tony
    31.10.2017

    No words….




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  • Napi_Rangai
    31.10.2017

    ‘my important plans and my useless moanings about life’s inconveniences ‘
    I feel guilty that am so blessed yet i let God down so many times complaining about what i don’t have.
    At first i thought they all died or maybe a child lived to tell the story.
    That she did not die is something she should thank God for.
    Her life has a been a nightmare that doesn’t seem to end.Surely,there’s good and evil in this world.




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  • Justofits
    31.10.2017

    Waaaah!!! This is a tear wrenching story.

    I had lost hope in humanity till I came to the G4S guy.




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  • taji
    31.10.2017

    I work with refugees and I’m so glad you did this one. Glad is the wrong word but I’ve no word yet to explain the feelings this piece has brought on.
    Bless




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  • JG-K
    31.10.2017

    I’m at the deepest depth of sadness from this piece!! Let me hope the tears I’ve shed reading this will raise me afloat. Truly there are humans and then some .!!
    God knows




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  • some kawaida jamaa
    31.10.2017

    i have felt such deep sadness, This read is just one of those that make you hate the fact that you are human, we honestly do not deserve this planet. waaaaah.




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  • Lily
    31.10.2017

    Speechless. As a journalist, I have done sad stories before but. nothing. comes. close. to. this.




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  • Gac
    31.10.2017

    The value of human life can be corrupted by evil. Evil has found its way into our lives and humans and is having a cup of tea with our dignity. May God keep alive the hope of these dear ones and help us to do more than just feel sad for them.




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  • Vina
    31.10.2017

    Am one tearful person but on this one, my spring s could not yield…. Oh Biko share a mail with helpline for this family …we can support her financially and medically…I cannot imagine STIs and other reproductive health issues she concealed with that cry….oh God




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Vina you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track. Spread the word 🙂




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  • Josephine
    31.10.2017

    The strength in that woman!…….




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  • Tanya
    31.10.2017

    I work in Kakuma Refugee Camp under Womens Protection and Empowerment and I’ve often imagined that one day you’d write a story on the horrors that refugees face. I wish I’d known you were at the LWF compound..I would have said hello :-). I’ve not had the strength to effectively articulate the pain I see and hear everyday, perhaps because I am unable to process it all but I keep a journal. Maybe one day it will count for something. Thank you for telling her story!




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  • Gladys
    31.10.2017

    Speechless…. Void…. I dont know how i feel… Its too much…




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  • Wambui
    31.10.2017

    Biko, this is one story you do not leave hanging on us! We your readers, cannot just read this and move on as if it was a tale. You bought a sim card for that phone with a radio, right? Please call her and/ or the Lutheran World Federation and let us know how to assist at least her children. She went through so much for them. Let her live to see them write a different narrative.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Wambui, thank you for reaching out. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track. Spread the word 🙂




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  • Gicheri
    31.10.2017

    That’s a really sad story. Well written.




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  • Cheru Kipkorir
    31.10.2017

    This is such a heart-wrenching story. I could not read beyond a point; to think she actually lived it. Listening to it retold much have been gutting. My heart goes out to her. She is so brave.




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  • LSB
    31.10.2017

    There are whys that can only be answered by God. As sad as her story is, it lights our dark world in a big way…her little candle is brighter than most of our neon lights!




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  • Niwamanya Shallon
    31.10.2017

    Biko, u should have put a warning before this story started! such a sad tale. I pray she one day gets emotional healing




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  • Mohammed
    31.10.2017

    When reading this *story* (not sure whether to call it a story) I was thinking about the government idea to close down the camp. I strongly supported the idea given the threat that kenya has faced over the shabaabs. But now am thinking, where will the woman and her children and many more like her go? I still don’t have an answer.




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    • Marakesh
      01.11.2017

      I prayed against their closures I felt convicted that if we refused to host refugees God would “revisit” that issue with us. I am glad they were not closed and we can be of help to many.




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    • merya bebo
      01.11.2017

      I supported it too…that was too foolish of us




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      • STELLA
        02.11.2017

        I also supported it at first (out of ignorance and foolishness) before a friend who works with UNHCR cautioned me about the uncertainties of life.




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  • Magda
    31.10.2017

    This is the saddest story ever.
    May God give them the strength and Grace to move on.




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  • MM
    31.10.2017

    This is one article that makes one wonder what human beings are capable of doing to a fellow human.




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  • Kate Ng'ang'a
    31.10.2017

    Forgive me Lord,for many a times i take all your blessings for granted…this is unfathomable! Humans roasting fellow humans….She is definitely a one very strong woman!




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  • Carol
    31.10.2017

    This story is so heart breaking,av teared at a client’s office,especially that bit where u offered to buy her a phone and went for shopping,it’s like my emotion have realized that’s a reprieve in her life albeit in a small way …av questioned the existance of God,like where was HE when all these was happening to one person who was even hosting His men???When I see people not believing in God, I stopped questioning them because like in this case,how do you even encourage someone e.g this woman with a word of GOD?WHERE do u even begin….that part of the twelve yr old being roasted alive,God,why???This sounded like one of those tails we read about the ogres only that it happened to real people.and her kids being raped,God,they were only five and seven,how did their lotto legs even carry them thru?…saddest part is that I know this can happen in KENYA what with the hate we have seen on social media…




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  • theSheDon
    31.10.2017

    For fk’s sake!! what world is this!!! And to sit here, in my warm Nairobi office and bitch about trivial matter. This just can’t be. Are those babies going to school? How can I reach out? At least I can sponsor one to school, just that for now 🙁




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi there, thank you for reaching out to us. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track. Spread the word too.




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  • Wangari
    31.10.2017

    Dear God, you have all the answers to the many questions that are in her heart. reveal yourself to her and even to her children. very sad story…feeling a lump on my throat and teary. the pain of boiling your own child. dreadful. Biko may God also give you peace and grace..having heard her story raw am sure you much also have been disturbed because what you have given us is polished.




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  • EVANS KATWA
    31.10.2017

    So we live every day whining about all the “big” problems we have the “pains” we go through. We mock everything that comes our way, from life to peace, health to wealth, we have graffiti of bullet holes on our matatus, we operate pseudo accounts with scary names and we take pride in hate massages we write. Forgive us Lord because we know nothing. And thank you for your Mercy




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  • Susan
    31.10.2017

    Oh my God.What can we do help her?Saddest thing i have ever read.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Susan, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Verah
    31.10.2017

    Hardest read in a while., and to realize someone actually went through all this and is still going through hardships. Comparing this story with the other 40’s stories and i can’t even fit it in those stories. It needs it’s own classification. 🙁
    Thanks Biko.




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  • fayc
    31.10.2017

    “God knows”…The one sentence that has completely broken me.




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  • Wambui
    31.10.2017

    God, I am sorry for being so Ungrateful for the life I lead!




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  • Annies Kitchen
    31.10.2017

    Surely….we are not deserving, maybe God regrets creating mankind…this is so sad it trivializes every suffering that I personally have whined about. May God restore hope and light in her life…a reminder that she’s not forgotten.




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  • Kez
    31.10.2017

    We take things for granted. One person experiencing so much pain until she feels no more pain. May God continue blessing her and her children and bless them abundantly.




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  • Ikirapa Camilla
    31.10.2017

    Speechless….I’m proud of her resilience nonetheless




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  • Wahu Kariuki
    31.10.2017

    Jeremiah 17:9 “The human heart is the most deceitful of all things, and desperately wicked. Who really knows how bad it is?




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  • Son-shine
    31.10.2017

    Three things forever remain:
    HOPE. FAITH. LOVE




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  • Flo Wanyoike
    31.10.2017

    The horror! I have read this holding my one year old and all I could do was pray that the children survived too! I had thought of not reading it all but I pressed on hoping for a better ending. She loves music! Music heals the pain, soothes the soul and makes one to start ” feeling” again. Praying for her total restoration!




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  • JB
    31.10.2017

    Oh that the Lords grace and mercy may be upon us. May none of us ever have to go through this or anything close to this. Let us keep praying for Kenya… we do not want to end up in such a state. God help us!
    I’m in for supporting her and her kids, at least to show her that there is still some good in the world and she need not remain helpless. Please let us know how we can help.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi JB, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Kui W
    31.10.2017

    Oh My! Oh No! Painful. May she find peace and the courage to forgive. For Herself. For Her Children.




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  • B. Tubei
    31.10.2017

    Totally lost for words. Let us help. God has blessed us so much that we forget what other people go through. Let us help this lady Biko. She has gone through hell and can still raise her head. Lord have mercy.

    And let us appreciate and thank God.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Tubei, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Oscar Ogutu
    31.10.2017

    This is a life changing story. This post just got me thinking deep…why would a fellow human do such inhumane things to a fellow human. I can’t stop thinking about what this woman went through the though alot is heart wrenching. There’s always hope and some kind of relief when you listen to music. Sometimes all your soul needs is music. May God bless her and her children. Lets keep her in our prayers.




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  • irene tanui
    31.10.2017

    yes the birds didnt sing




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  • Gracey
    31.10.2017

    may she on day find the peace she so very much craves for..and may God heal her broken spirit..and heal the minds of her children…trauma is not something anyone should ever have to live with… God bless you Biko, for making a difference in her life..music heals…she and her children will heal…




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  • QoS
    31.10.2017

    Oh my goodness. You beautiful strong woman. I pray for healing for you and your beautiful children. I don’t even know what to say; (




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  • Gee
    31.10.2017

    How can human (am i even allowed to call them that) those devils ..this is very disturbing ..sooooo sad…..I have cried and cried and asked God for forgiveness for whining at my little problems…May they get comfort .




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  • Khris
    31.10.2017

    May God shield her from any more pain….give her strength to overcome her past. only God can… my prayers…
    Oh how I complain of the little things in life! quarter of her experience would have killed me already!




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  • Aroji
    31.10.2017

    To think that words like “militia” and “ethnic profiling” are already being used publicly in our country. Thanks for the kind reminder.




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  • Rugi
    31.10.2017

    What a life! All that pain and sadness. The thought of seeing your own child scream in a pot of boiling water, being raped. That’s the kind of horror you never live down.




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  • Akinyi Bungu
    31.10.2017

    My heart is in knots., I will never come back from this story. Because of the credibility that is Biko, i would otherwise think its some fictitious horror film from Hollywood. Its at such moments that one questions everything godly about God. If really He exists and listens in our times of despair but He Knows, right?. She lived on as a testimony and as a lesson to us all, how little can be so much. I say a prayer for her.




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  • Lucy
    31.10.2017

    saddest thing. imagine how it feels when steam burns your finger… imagine the pain of watching your littlest one boiling as you fan the fire….

    They need deep counseling…. otherwise, how can they ever trust another man… watching their mother being raped countless times.

    May God reach them in those depths we cant know and heal them.

    Such a sad story… God help us all




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  • Juddie Kristiana
    31.10.2017

    This story brought tears to my eyes……. very sad!
    The demons are surreal but she fights them.
    Am glad she has moved on and has hope. May God bless her and her children.




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  • twistedmind
    31.10.2017

    I wish there was a way you could trace the G4S guard….




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  • Atieno
    31.10.2017

    This is a sad piece.

    Thanks Biko for telling the story of the refugees who many at times we judge ,blame and hate on them. It’s brought tears to my eyes and taken me back to my days in Daadab as a case management worker of Sexual Gender Based Violence cases.

    But I like the end of the story,it’s a better ending. Indeed her desire to listen to music is one of hope .




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  • Nimmie
    31.10.2017

    This is the saddest thing i’ve ever read in my life….God Knew….i just do not know whether to put a question mark or an exclamation mark. did He???
    Goodness!! i just can’t!!!! boiling my own child!!!!




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  • Nana
    31.10.2017

    Mwathani!!!!!




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  • Dk
    31.10.2017

    Biko we need to changia this woman, she needs to earn a living and educate her children without further strain if possible. She deserves no further suffering and as a faithful ‘gang’ member on this blog I say we get a paybill number and do something.




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    • sev
      31.10.2017

      I agree with you




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      • bikozulu
        01.11.2017

        Hi Sev, thank you for reaching out to us, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi DK, thank you for reaching out to us, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Sawo
    31.10.2017

    You know, I have a slight headache on the right sight of my head, just above my ear. I have watched all the Rwanda movies on the genocide and thought I’d heard or seen a semblance of how evil man can get. But this, this is just too much. I once read somewhere that Hope is the last thing that dies in a man. But how do you hope in the midst of all that. I’ve read a lot of your stories Biko, this one got to me … and I blinked…




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  • merya bebo
    31.10.2017

    This is so sad…. have always cried on all your 40’s stories but this I just can’t!!!!! Biko please let’s start *a go fund me* for her……. at least for her to leave the refugee camp and for her daughters too!!




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Merya, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Liz
    31.10.2017

    Oh My God. This is soo soo SAD. I kept reading and taking breaks to gather strength and Grace to take me to the next paragraph. I am just speechless and guilty of all those times I have whined about my small meaningless problems. May the LORD continue to renew her strength!




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  • Mumbi
    31.10.2017

    Amidst many breaks and several tissues later, I finally was able to get to the very end.

    Haven’t read something so heart-wrenching. I cannot begin to imagine what she has been through.May the same God who knew, give her healing and peace.

    Whatever we can do to fan that little ember of hope, in whatever little capacity, please share.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Mumbi, thank you for reaching out. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Kami
    31.10.2017

    Biko, once again you bring us ‘entitled’ ones into different worlds that we might never experience… thank you for sharing her story.




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  • Rosa
    31.10.2017

    Phew sooo sad!




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  • ojijo
    31.10.2017

    Erokamano kuom nyiew ne simu manigi radio.




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  • Mel
    31.10.2017

    “Then I started to think that perhaps it was fictitious, a figment of a very wild imagination. I later asked Philip Odary at UNHCR how credible these stories were…” Sad…for sure! But there are holes that need to be filled if it is a true story.

    How did they cross the border into Kenya? Which id papers did they use?
    If indeed it is known in Congo that Kenyans take refugees, why lead them through Nairobi only to go north?
    Even the kindest of hearts in Nairobi are wary of con men and are used to the sight of street families yet none stretch their helping hands. How is it that Mr. G4S helped? What story compelled him? Is he part of the same security guard force that give many of us chills for entering a building on shoebaru?

    Not to downplay the story, but it ought to sound more than a script for Beasts of No Nation; based on a true story but with twists and turns that wouldn’t otherwise be plausible in reality. All got drunk at night, family escapes, pastor survives the heart eating ordeal for four months…

    A few holes Biko…




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    • Grace
      01.11.2017

      Any one seeking asylum can enter a country without any papers (ID or passport). You only need to inform authorities that you are seeking are fleeing your country and want to seek asylum. There are Conventions on the same. For the longest time anyone seeking asylum used to pass through Nairobi for registration at UNHCR offices and mostly because most refugees and asylum seekers do not know about any other receiving venues like camps.




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    • Siobhan
      02.11.2017

      You raise pertinant points and you not be vindicated. Having said that, am sure the lady went thru alot of cruelty… she and many others like her need our help




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      • Siobhan
        02.11.2017

        That was a response to mel’s comment




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    • Muchoki wa Wangari
      14.11.2017

      Must say your observations are quite valid, Mel. I had the same misgivings especially about the Nairobi stopover. The G4s Man accommodates the sickly and starving newcomers in his squeezed residence, and his family have to give up the only extra bed plus share just about everything else with them. Yes, here’s a tough one that brings to question the wisdom in such risky generosity, especially in a city that’s becoming more associated with malevolence.
      But try the idea of surviving a cooking pot with about a third of the body already ‘blanched’ by cannibals and nothing becomes difficult to believe anymore. At this point we seek comfort in understanding the omnipresence of the hand of God, rather than the predictable nature of man.
      Still it brings to bear on the reader that in some dark corner of the human soul, therein lies a primitive and sadistic impulse that would derive gratification from causing horrific pain and suffering. It’s an impulse that defies description because the gains are nothing beyond the sadistic joy of watching a helpless woman and her children pleading for a less painful death than being cooked alive.
      After reading this to the end, I couldn’t help screaming out “no, no, no. All men were not created equal!”.
      Even then, hoping that Mokolo and his bunch of beasts have since undergone the only justice befitting them and such as them. Roasting each other alive over a slow fire in a drunken stupor.




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  • Karyah Margaret
    31.10.2017

    This story is beyond sad. Am staring at my phone hoping not t blink and have a waterfall.




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  • Curious George
    31.10.2017

    WHAT DO YOU THINK?

    I think there are cruel people out there that even animals would not want to be associated with them, so I will not offend the animals by calling those “humans” animals

    All in all, there is a lot in this story that doesn’t add up.

    I still do not understand how this woman got on a long-distance bus from Uganda to Nairobi while she keeps describing herself as looking like an animal and I quote something here “who stared at them because they hadn’t shaved, smelled and they looked like “mad people.””

    And the baby..How did she survive that long, the wounds and the ill health?

    The G4S guy?

    I thrive in the tiny details, they are the ones that make the bigger picture for me




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    • Akinyi Bungu
      31.10.2017

      Its not in your place to ascertain the credibility of the story or not. It affects you in no possible way. Just read the story, deal with whatever emotions its brings in you and move on if you have to but don’t start questioning its authenticity because you do not know. And for your information, nobody judges whoever gets on a freaking bus to anywhere because its all about the money. You disappoint me.




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    • Bella
      31.10.2017

      There are buses from Kampala to Nairobi………….no one cares how you look provided you have paid your fare.

      The baby was taken care by God and she even got first aid in the forest from the “KWS” guys.

      The G4S guy was an angel to them……those people who do good anonymously.

      Any other question??????




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  • Faith
    31.10.2017

    OMG…this is such a horror story! I thought witnessing your husband being shot in front of you was bad enough but when I continued reading my heart collapsed. Such savagery…oh my God…boiling a baby…I cried at that point because I imagined if it was my baby..such innocent souls. Biko you have written this story so well I could visualize the entire horrid experience for her. Am truly touched.




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  • Quasimodo
    31.10.2017

    So sad,so very sad
    I am surprised after reading all this only for other refugees to brand you a prostitute if you don’t marry…




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  • shelly
    31.10.2017

    Couldn’t help crying! Oh my good God heal her heal us




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  • Cyoich
    31.10.2017

    Biko you always write stories but this one…
    Am angry very angry at such humanity. I hope the little one recovered well from the burns. Its hard to be told to boil someone. But your own baby, thats sick. Am in tears.
    I believe in God, one whom I can’t question. This is the moment I say, I dont know what His plan for this lady and her children is, but He needs to visit them.

    I need fresh air to clear this from my head.




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  • monica W njuguna
    31.10.2017

    Yaani …this is the saddest thing av read ..but Biko man..you are on another level…this has made me laugh amid tear..”:So I stare at a stone at the corner of the compound and I tell myself, don’t blink, don’t blink.”




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  • helena
    31.10.2017

    To all those who dehumanize people by referring to them as ‘those others’ based on prejudiced notions, this one is for you to ponder on

    To those who still believe in humanity, let us ask Biko how we can reach this woman and help her in whichever way

    To those who believe Kenya is not for everyone, hate which leads to war can happen in a heartbeat




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Helena, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Chris
    31.10.2017

    There are much more horrid stories in DRC
    There is a place called Pinga, they have a hospital for rape victims and you think you have scene worse then you realise you cannot begin to imagine how humans can turn into animals in seconds. Babies as young as 9 months have been raped and their stories ‘re out of this world. Kenyans need to appreciate peace…..




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  • Wazim
    31.10.2017

    There is something really wrong within DRC. Does this still happen today. This is not the first time I have read about such evil acts by Congolese to fellow men. http://all-that-is-interesting.com/leopold-ii-congo is another such story.

    Is there anything happening today to get the perpetrators of these crimes from the forest? Is this being run by the rebels? What is the Congolese government doing about this? Where is the AU?




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  • James
    31.10.2017

    We are humans and beasts, humanity must win all the time, if it loses, God help us all.




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  • immaculate
    31.10.2017

    finished reading, went down on my knees and thanked God for the blessings in my life ….sometimes we stress over small things, then you read a life experience such as this one and then you realize how fortunate you have.




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  • Bella
    31.10.2017

    Oh my God!!! She seems to leave everything she looks at with a stain of sadness………………..I have no words to express what am feeling. I am just being reminded to be thankful to God for all his goodness to us even when we don’t seem to notice. Takes me to Psalms 90:10, 12 Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
    12 Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.




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  • Karret
    31.10.2017

    WOW!:(




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  • Noela
    31.10.2017

    My eyes are filled with tears.




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  • Sam
    31.10.2017

    I read this post twice. Once in the morning, when I got the email notification. And the second time, now. Both times I have had to take breaks in between because I can’t seem to comprehend what I am reading. At some point I thought I was reading the script of a movie. You know, a horror movie of sorts. Up until Biko asked Philip if it was indeed true. And my heart sank. I almost hated myself. For thinking that someone can come up with something so sick, so sinister..even for a movie. No. I tried doing the math of the time they spent in that csmp or whatever. Four months, plus like two months or so, walking and then finally when they escaped. That is almost seven or eight months, just holding onto hope, clinging to it. That is such a long time living in uncertainty. But she never gave up. The pastor at the church was right, though. If they hadn’t died already, they were not going to.

    I have never read anything so horrifying, so heartbreaking, so annoying and so scary all at once. The world is a fucked up place. I mean, evil hovers everywhere like a cloud of smoke that won’t go away. Those Mai-Mai people have no humanity in them. And that’s just putting it lightly. Makes you wonder if they were even borne of women. How do you roast a 12-year old child? A fucking child. While making the rest of them watch! You even think there is no hope for humanity. Until you get to the G4S guy. Then hope is restored, even if just a little. At this point I had had enough. I blinked, alright. Thank God for people like him. He probably doesn’t even remember her name, like she doesn’t remember his. But his deeds will never be forgotten. The never ending battle between good and evil. Good always triumphs. Not because of the many good people there are, but because when evil wants to be felt, it has to be big. So fucking extra! But good, on the other hand, doesn’t need all that. Doesn’t even need an audience. Do one small thing. And the lives you will impact will be phenomenal. Tenda wema, nenda zako.

    I wouldn’t blame her for asking God all those questions. I mean, no one person should have to go through all that. But thank God that something still lives in her. She is one strong woman! I doubt there is anything she would go through now that would shake her. She has seen it all, really. She has seen humanity at its worst. And all she misses is listening to music. Music heals. Thank you Biko for getting her that phone. And I hope that one day, no matter how long it takes, she will heal.

    I feel for the two children who can recall their ordeal. They may never heal. I don’t know if those camps offer counselling services, or simply someone to just talk to. But then again even if they do, probably everyone in the camp needs those services. So probably they never got any help. Probably never will. Even for the last born who was one-year old. She may not remember. But a part of her died in that jungle. I pray and hope that those children did not live through that traumatizing ordeal for nothing. That one day, they will come out of that camp and be important and respected people who can effect some change so that no one ever has to go through that again. For now, I hope that the Mai-Mai will be stopped one day. And may the souls of those who have been victims of that militia group watch over those who survived. And I pray that the lights of the survivors of this and other ordeals, may shine bright!




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  • felix
    31.10.2017

    Sad story heart wrenching.
    Have you people noticed how KENYA is looked up by other states a save haven a small heaven for them . Yet we take what we have lightly, we should strive to uphold this stay peaceful a good example to others.




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  • Mumbi
    31.10.2017

    May God grant her and the children better days ahead. Stories like these make us realize how cruel the world can be.It doesn’t owe us anything. Great job Bikozulu!




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  • Jess Kanzi
    31.10.2017

    Reading this as a mother breaks my heart into a thousand tiny pieces. What she went through is unimaginable. May the Good Lord who saved her n her kids give them peace and a purposeful life.




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  • Ngina
    31.10.2017

    I honestly don’t know how one human being can go through all that pain. I have read the story over a couple of hours as I stopped and blink. It is the most painful story I have ever read.




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  • Sam
    31.10.2017

    I have so much to say about this article. Wow. I cannot even begin to describe the depth of emotion in me right now.
    Witnessing someone getting their head cut off, as if they were some goat. Even worse, someone you know. How do you move on from that? What does that do you to you?

    That ain’t right. This story ain’t right.




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  • Anna Banana
    31.10.2017

    OMG this is really sad.




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  • sharl
    31.10.2017

    I cannot describe what this has made me feel! I can’t imagine boiling my infant daughter. I have been sulking how this year has been a bad one, but after reading this, i can truly say its not even 1% bad.
    My heart goes out to that lady. Lord please intervene in her life.




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  • hellene
    31.10.2017

    moving from this is going to be hard….I just cannot get her ordeal out of my head…..children of a lesser god?




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  • Mugabi Patsy
    31.10.2017

    But God!
    How much sorrow has flooded my heart in this post, I am resisting to let the well waters fall.
    But God! In all His majesty and splendour,
    Is always up to something
    Her strength throw her lows, I cannot seem to but my mind on that however the phrase lingering in my mind is
    But God!
    Her future is bright and this post is going to sponsor that brightness because we don’t just read Biko, we connect and we are all about leaving beyond elf.Let me speak for self.This is a clarion call for those that can in whatever way they can or however they can make her realise how her bright future starts now.




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  • Jenni
    31.10.2017

    My heart is completely shattered!

    To imagine such savagery exists, Nooooooooooo!!!

    And God knew??

    Ten years from now, I’d love to read her children’s narrative, and how it has defined their lives.

    Thanks Biko, sometimes we need to know about the other side of the divide.




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  • P K
    31.10.2017

    Kindly help us be human by helping her. With something anything… just don’t leave it there (you wrote live it a typo in the narrative). Please Biko I implore you. Today I can’t even read comments as everything is dancing today.

    Don’t let us not be human and learn from this and stop fanning hate and labelling people witches or militia. Please Biko help us help ourselves by preserving our humanness by reaching out to this young lady to be a beacon of HOPE though the heavens may fall.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hello PK we can help by donating here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Beth
    31.10.2017

    Jesus. People are evil. That lady is strong. Amd to think that i complain about my life. Lesson learnt. Be grateful for you have always




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  • sam
    31.10.2017

    Me trying to convince myself this is one of those fictious stories…but hey!!! Strong woman there…the trail of questions in my mind right now.. What if I was ..?




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  • Maureen
    31.10.2017

    Unbelievable! This is just so heartbreaking. She is such a strong woman. May God bless her. I will be glad to help out in any way I can.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Maureen, thank you for reaching out. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Missy
    31.10.2017

    Reading this in a mat and can’t stop crying! Trying to locate my handkerchief took longer than it should have.
    You wonder at what point does someone feel like they own your life and they can do with you as they please. If the tables were turned on these animals,and their lives threatened, would they plead for mercy or they long great crossed the human line???
    My heart goes to this lady. The hopeless she felt on all the numerous occasions when she couldn’t protect her kids..or shield them from those atrocities.
    Saddest story ever. You can’t read this and stay the same. Thanks Biko. I feel we can help her in so many ways however small. We could contribute some some and help her set up a business. My two cents.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Missy, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • sev
    31.10.2017

    God Knew




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  • Chalo
    31.10.2017

    Biko I refuse to let this pass as ‘another story’…..for the sake of a clear conscience please avail an avenue for us to ‘vent off’. Hint…Paybill




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Chalo, thank you for reaching out. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Switch
    31.10.2017

    I have always despised people who say “sisemi Kitu” I just realized they have a reason not to.
    This story can’t have a real comment tied to it.




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  • Njeri
    31.10.2017

    Oh Lord! Has to be the most traumatizing story I have ever read. And to think she and her kids lived it? No words.




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  • abdijabar
    31.10.2017

    sad story ,very infact.the imagination itself is giving me horror moments.
    can this woman be relocated to europe or US far away from where she had that traumatizing problems.
    WARNING!.the comments section is longer than the story




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  • Eunice
    31.10.2017

    This is insane!!!!!!
    Too much pain. Too many tears
    Ouch!!




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    • Fanis Anne
      31.10.2017

      This is horrible….. There are such horrible people on earth? Why eat people???! Biko, I started reading the narrative again after it dawned on me it was a true story. Waaah… Mwambie Pole sana if it can help abit.




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  • Ameso
    31.10.2017

    what man can do to man…. Awuoro!!!!! forgive them Lord




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  • Caroline Kere
    31.10.2017

    I will never look at The congo forest the same way again , They day on the other side of our maximum fear are all of the best things in life , Maybe we’re not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy , At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate . I stared at the wall so that I don’t shed tears after reading this piece …




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  • Caroline Kere
    31.10.2017

    I will never look at The congo forest the same way again , They say on the other side of our maximum fear are all of the best things in life , Maybe we’re not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy , At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate . I stared at the wall so that I don’t shed tears after reading this piece …




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  • @kasmall
    31.10.2017

    Deep!




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  • Humphrey
    31.10.2017

    The importance of peace.. Could happen to any of us. We have no other Kenya.




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  • Ess
    31.10.2017

    I feel destroyed. I don’t know how to bounce back from this. But then again someone up there said that we shall never understand the mins of God and with that let me rest in His will and grace. Strength, love, grace and comfort to this Mami.




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  • Dennis
    31.10.2017

    I have been in series of challenges in my life but this is something out of this world….people have gone through a lot only that we don’t read it through their faces…




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  • Martin
    31.10.2017

    Damn! No words…




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  • tinah madarah
    31.10.2017

    THIS IS PROBABLY THE STRONGEST WOMAN I KNOW!!!! her story has taught me to appreciate life and the little things I have. Lord…people have it rough out here.. did God forget her ?the answer is no. I look at it as a test of Faith taken to another level. before I read this story, I would die at the sight of my child in a boiling pot .. the countless sexual assaults..watching the 12 year old..all this things sound imaginary but they would literally take me to my grave. how she survived this am still in shock. my heart is troubled. however, the end of this story has changed a lot in me. there’s more to hope than what I thought I knew ,there’s more to grace than just what I believe in and there are more Brave men and women out there. A lot going on in my mind. can we get the woman’s contact? how can we help her or her children? are the miawhatever still there? the people who dint manage to escape? the child? one day that child will be a great person and she will tell a story of how she escaped death from a boiling pot and the teeth of wickedness. oh and the birds will sing… and we shall all blink.




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  • Joan Kamau
    31.10.2017

    I thought I’m strong,
    I thought the people around me are strong
    BUT THIS WOMAN,
    GOD
    I have cried again, and again and again for her.
    I am short of words,
    I can only mumble,
    GOD remember her.




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    • Effy Efy
      01.11.2017

      Ni reke gwire, I don’t know how she still has a will to live aki. too strong




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  • Rael
    31.10.2017

    This is really really sad. It reminded me of the movie Beasts of no Nation, except this is a true story. My heart goes out to her.




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  • Mumbi K
    31.10.2017

    @bikozulu This story is gut and heart wrenching. Sadly these brutalities continue in East Congo and many other parts of Africa, the survivors finding themselves in the refugee camps and towns of Kenya and neighboring countries.

    I’m wondering whether more stories like this need to be shared to amplify just how dire the situation is?

    The other part of the story is that warring factions find themselves housed in the same camps and furthermore resettled in the same cities in the Western World. The resentment, anger, hatred doesn’t go away they just simmer underneath the surface and result in further issues like alcoholism, dysfunctional families. There isn’t enough psychosocial support for this population!

    Perhaps telling there stories will encourage professional volunteers to try and partner with the humanitarian organizations???




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  • Shaz
    31.10.2017

    This is a terrible story like so many others I read while working with refugees. There are people suffering in Africa as a result of tribal hatred and we need to thank God for the peace, even though brittle, that we enjoy in Kenya. May God grant us peace and may he comfort and restore those suffering so painfully in this horrible world we live in.




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  • Kerubo
    31.10.2017

    This is so sad. I will never complain about my life again. Too much for one human to endure in one lifetime.




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  • Winnie
    31.10.2017

    This hit me hard, two sides to mankind;real horrific evil and the healing power of kindness.
    Biko, this can’t be the end, please help us help her, if only to dry her tears for a bit.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Winnie, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Maingi
    31.10.2017

    Words can’t. They won’t here!




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    • Its Marcel
      31.10.2017

      However vivid the story is told, however livid we get from such an ordeal, one thing comes out, It doesn’t get easier with life hurdles, we get stronger, even with a single life in hand, they will clutch onto resilience, till their souls lay in silence. Vanquished. But then again even death will one day die.




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  • Dottie
    31.10.2017

    Yesu,Maria na Yosefu what a story??Biko you are brave this is very very sad I still cannot understand how I pulled this through by reading it all




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  • Mike
    31.10.2017

    Is this real or fictional? It is unfair for life to treat this woman as if she was born to pay for the sins of mankind. Too much of an ordeal for a single person to undergo. Great piece though




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  • Bilhah
    31.10.2017

    …and indeed God knows. I pray that her faith fails her not..and may this heartbreaking story be a beautiful testimony someday. Biko thank you for telling her story and please do let us know how we can help…




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Bilhah, thank you for reaching out. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • MATTHEW
    31.10.2017

    Dear Biko,

    Please do a follow up on this story and see what as a “ Biko community “ to restore hope to this lady and her family.

    This is the worst of all wickedness to a fellow man.

    I believe very strongly that God does have a reason for all this.

    Thanks




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    • MATTHEW
      31.10.2017

      *** Can do ***




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Matthew, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Breanna yde
    31.10.2017

    It always rains the hardest on people who deserve the sun….For a moment there I almost mistook it as an analogy of Job’s story in the Bible….The last comment by the pastor is more of amusing rather than comforting at that time …GOD KNEW….Woman you must have a strong heart but it was God’s Grace that gave you such endurance…Just by imagining the pain you underwent got my hankie soaked in tears….May the Lord bring joy to your soul and family




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  • Stacy
    31.10.2017

    …May God bless her soul. This is too sad. It reminds me of everything I take for granted.




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  • Mwangale II
    31.10.2017

    I haven’t cried. Maybe I will tomorrow, when I get the strength to. Not even my sympathies are enough for her. I can only imagine the number of horrific stories the refugees that land at our doorsteps have to tell. And to imagine that this could still be going on! My heart bleeds for Africa.




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  • Steve Martin
    01.11.2017

    My perspective of suffering has changed! I didn’t think humans could be barbequed. Sad!!




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  • Virginia
    01.11.2017

    If she’s still breathing ,God’s not done with her yet.




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  • Isaac
    01.11.2017

    I’ve never commented here before but after this story I’m obliged!! Biko leo umetuweza!!!
    We need to make a difference in the life of this family…. Biko guide us on how we can help in our own little ways.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hello Isaac, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Quest Victor
    01.11.2017

    To undergo this cruelty and retell the story is somehow like undergoing it twice…. She must be a really story woman.




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  • Treezer Tobias
    01.11.2017

    This woman is in agent need of help. After all this who can think of lying on her back and take in a man. To think that she is doing all this to survive and provide for her kids is beyond measure. Im sure she can see that ray again, if she Thinks about misic then boucing back is posible. Her kids need decent education and she needs to get something going just so she wont live off any man. This is torture. Biko I suggest a Paybill Number. We can help I’m sure. At least I’m willing to. Good Lord…what!




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Treezer, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Esther Osiel
    01.11.2017

    I can’t remember the last time a story moved me this much!. Growing up,I heard about banyamulenges as rowdy youths/militia group in the DRC. Never heard about the Mai-Mai, neither of the morbid details in this piece.
    This was too much torture!
    I’ll keep this lady and her children in prayers.




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  • Ian ianoh
    01.11.2017

    Saddest story i ever in my life also i have learnt that if you stare at one spot and not blink tears will not come out. Thanks for the this wishthere are more than politics




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  • Ian ianoh
    01.11.2017

    So sad




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  • charles
    01.11.2017

    Shook to the core of my soul.What we term as our worst could be some else’s comfort zone .What a moving piece.One can only take too much and she had too much above the peak of what any one would describe as too much.May the Good lord Heal her wounds and Restore all the broken pieces of her and her children despite my prayer being beyond any sense and meaning to one person who has seen it all and lost taste of life and its meaning.




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  • Pauline
    01.11.2017

    Some stories are told so vividly, bringing everything so live. This is too sad. To we’ll told that not sure if I want to say that it’s a well narrated story.




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  • Lena
    01.11.2017

    No, I am not crying… I am hardly blinking. I am reading this and my heart is rejecting it. J am hoping it’s not true. I was hoping that a being is not capable of such savage. I almost want to ask Biko if this is true… The heart of man..Nobody knows it for sure. And our God in heaven..the things we cry for…

    But then again, as a nation, how further away are we from this inhumane acts.




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  • Jack Bukachi
    01.11.2017

    I read this story yesterday but could not drop any comments. My hands were trembling. You see, this is not a movie that has been made up. Neither is it a “based on a true story” that you would want to imagine that of 1890s people whom you can’t relate with. She is sitting there. With Niko. She narrates something that happened in the immediate century if not this century. And, this is not in Myanmar or Philippines (if distance was to be a consideration when choosing boundaries to feel sorry within) it is in Congo, one country away. Mehn, I mean c”Mon. Life can be cruel. Life can be so tough. As tough as loosing a parent to cancer and a child to a road accident and then loose your job afterwards. Life can be though such that you decide to take your life. Life was tough to this lady. It was not giving her a choice to end the life itself in her. I mean, how cruel! SMH. We should learn to be grateful and begin by thanking God that we can at least own a smartphone and read Bikos story. It’s such a luxury!!!




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  • pips
    01.11.2017

    kenyans
    tame your tongues
    be on the side of peace
    dont be an instigator.don’t hide instigators under the guise of police brutality
    anyone carrying a stone a piece of wood,a machete has an intent to burn ,rape is a criminal,they are not innocent,don’t claim their innocence
    don’t allow tension in your homes or estates
    hate has lead to clashes ,don’t let it lead to war




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  • winnie
    01.11.2017

    Steve plz get me her number I send her something small plz.




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Winnie, thank you for reaching out. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Gla Mwambingu
    01.11.2017

    Your comment*A m devastated.. heartbroken. She lived to tell her story for all of us to learn something..I guess Gratitude.




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  • Ruth Kilimo
    01.11.2017

    Ooooh! Biko, this sad story started my month, my goodness, thank you for reminding me to stop complaining of the petty issues I go through. That woman is strong, may our good Lord keep her & her children. It is well
    Is there a way we can help? Maybe get better education for the children?




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Ruth, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Nimo
    01.11.2017

    My goodness! 🙁




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  • Vanso
    01.11.2017

    Hope its just a story that never happened on this earth!!! so sad but fascinating….
    cant help this morning to feel for that family…wonders are experienced.,….

    “finish faster so that I can sleep” cant imagne




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  • SK
    01.11.2017

    Biko, thanks for this article! Such a horrifying experience for the woman, her kids and pastor. May God grant them peace in their hearts.

    I have had the privilege of living, working and interacting with the locals in DR Congo and Sierra Leone, the effects of armed rebel / militia groups is real. From arm chopping (long/short sleeve) in Sierra Leone to Congo Forest horror stories in DRC.

    I hope this article will reach to many Kenyans as possible. We talk about tribalism loosely. If Kenya burns out of our arrogance and fire spitting tribal gods; we shall not be reading these stories on this blog but we will be narrating them as first hand experience.

    Let’s embrace each other and shun tribalism!! United we stand, divided we fall.




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  • Palomino
    01.11.2017

    Her story is so heartwrenching, I can’t even pretend to identify with what she’s gone through. It’s barbaric and seems unreal, but sadly there are many others out there who’ve gone through the unimaginable, only their sad life stories don’t get published or aired. I don’t understand it either, in her shoes, I would question God too. I live with the hope that someday, everything will make perfect sense, that there is a beautiful after life where there there is no pain or bad memories. I wish I could hug her and her children tight, show them there is another good side of humanity. Thank you for the piece Bikozulu, it’s a lesson in many ways.




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  • Palomino
    01.11.2017

    So sad.




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  • kate
    01.11.2017

    it astonishes me the strength women have.How you don’t commit suicide after going through all that is real strength..and at the same time the cruelty of men WTF…like how fucked up do u have to be to do that to someone.its hard to believe this story is true.then you see in Kenya how we crave genocide in the shadows.very scary.,My God bless her and her children and heal their hearts.




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  • Tony
    01.11.2017

    This piece makes me look at things and life at large in a whole other perspective. Thank you Biko.




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  • Elizabeth Itotia
    01.11.2017

    I have blinked… My heart cries for that woman




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  • Connie
    01.11.2017

    I just need to know how her 1 Year old baby ( currently 8 years old ) is fairing……




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Connie, you can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Claire
    01.11.2017

    God Damn!….That not blinking thing does not work Biko!




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  • Tina
    01.11.2017

    I am ashamed of complaining about tight fitting shoes, too much sauce on the fries, exhaust fumes, loud children and even cows on the highway…I am sad. May I live a more grateful life. Biko, this must have also been tasking on you. Thank you chocolate man for listening and writing. Thank you for showing up. And especially buying her the phone. I will pray for you. I will pray for her.




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  • Gakenia
    01.11.2017

    Hello Biko,

    is there a way we can help the lady, like send her clothes for her and the children. i have some old clothes in the house and been looking for someone to give…




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    • bikozulu
      01.11.2017

      Hi Gakenia, thank you for reaching out. You can donate here http://bit.ly/2gO8Xv7 to support the many refugees with a story like hers, the amount will help the UNHCR, UN Refugee Agency help them get their lives back on track.




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  • Kevin Mwangi
    01.11.2017

    The story has left me Wondering what is life.. how can humans be so evil to a fellow human.. a weaker human with children… This is so so sad.. I actually dont know what to say.. the 12 year old. so heartbreaking




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  • Paula
    01.11.2017

    What a disheartening story!? I was hoping it was a movie not real.. God help this family




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  • Eligash
    01.11.2017

    Man eat man society.




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  • Naomi
    01.11.2017

    I have no words, just silence.




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  • Rish
    01.11.2017

    Was reading hoping at the end you will say it’s fiction, deeply disturbing,saddening, horrific…. my stomach is in knots.




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  • Caroline
    01.11.2017

    I thought I have been through the rut until I read this true story….”Sometimes I ask myself who is man that God esteems more than the birds of the air ?” I’ll probably forget the story but certainly not how it made me feel.




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  • Roselyn Nduta
    01.11.2017

    This really got me thinking.. Hold on Mama <3




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  • Ritz
    01.11.2017

    I blinked , blinked and blinked … I can’t stop blinking … JESUS!!




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  • Beatrice
    01.11.2017

    Difficult story to read yet so emotional.




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  • Sheba
    01.11.2017

    I simply have no words…This is too much for any one person to go through and the fact that there are such heartless people in this world scares me. I don’t even know what to say…




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  • Kepher
    01.11.2017

    May God manifest Himself in the life of that Lady and her children. The thought of a child screaming in boiling water is so horrific I cant even explain the heaviness in my heart right now. I will no longer complain over petty issues. OH MY GOODNESS!. People can be savages.




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  • Juddie
    01.11.2017

    May God forgive us for taking his blessings and His grace in our lives for granted,and for the times we have complained.




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  • Paul
    01.11.2017

    The human capacity for evil is infinite. It can kill the spirit. Love can truly overcome evil. Her love for her children is what kept her going.




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