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I
was raised by my grandparents with my two siblings in Uasin Gishu county, Kenya.
The year of my birth is unknown to me, but I settled for 1985 when I was
applying for a birth certificate.
The
year 1992 marked the beginning of a dark phase in my life. The tribal clashes associated
with the general election rocked my life and that of my family. Despite us
having a home my grandparents were squatters. When the clashes began our home
was torched and we had to run for our lives.
I remember hiding in a trench with my dear aunt as raging youth ran past us with bows, arrows, and machetes. This was very terrifying. I thought we could escape the attack, but fate was not on our side. A group of attackers spotted us. As I tried to scream for help, they sexually assaulted my aunt despite her pleading that she was pregnant. This left me hopeless and heartbroken. I thank God that our lives were spared.
I remember hiding in a trench with my dear aunt as raging youth ran past us with bows, arrows, and machetes. This was very terrifying. I thought we could escape the attack, but fate was not on our side. A group of attackers spotted us. As I tried to scream for help, they sexually assaulted my aunt despite her pleading that she was pregnant. This left me hopeless and heartbroken. I thank God that our lives were spared.
Come
the break of dawn we took whatever was left and walked for over 20 Kilometers to
the nearby town called Eldoret where it was safer. Life in the city was not a
bed of roses. We were a family of 10 members living in a single room. Having a
meal on our table was almost impossible.
After
a while, I decided to go live with my mother who was living in a slum dominated
by the sale of illicit brews. I stayed there for almost a year, but things were
thick. My mother was an alcoholic and could barely provide for my basic needs in
addition she would beat me if I asked for anything. To survive I would look
after my neighbor’s cattle and they would pay me a few coins to cater my
food. At the age of 13 years, I couldn’t take it anymore and chose to seek
refuge on the streets of Eldoret.
Life
on the streets seemed better because I had money and food regularly. I sold
plastic bags in the market during the day and begged for money in the evening
while insulting and intimidating those who were not forthcoming. Nonetheless, life had its fair share of
challenges. To begin with, I was assimilated into things such as sniffing glue and
using drugs. Other challenges included violence, harassment by the police, an unhealthy
sleeping environment, and lack of medical care.
Along
the way, I developed life-threatening asthma. Luckily, I was rescued from the
streets in 1997. The Rescue Centre I was admitted to was run by a German
missionary called Michael Nissan, and this is where my transformation began. The
Center had about 300 children and the management had a difficult time feeding
all of us. Some of my friends decided to return to the streets but I stayed put
for the sake of my health.
At
the center I got a chance to attend school and, in a year, I was able to read
Kiswahili and write my name. After about two years, I developed a degenerative
eye problem, called keratoconus, which threatened to make me permanently blind.
I had difficulty reading which affected my academic performance.
Every
2 weeks we would have Dr. and Mrs. Mamlin together with Indiana University
medical students come to provide medical checkups. They were kind to bring me
inhalers and were the ones who noticed my continued eye complains and took me
to an ophthalmologist who recommended I wear hard contact lenses.
The
Center was moved to Nakuru where we had a farm and more space. I was required
to work on the farm, but this affected my eyes and consequently seemed like an
excuse for being lazy. After a while, I left and went to Eldoret where my friend
took me in. Later, I was able to meet with Ms. Mamlin and shared my frustrations
with her. She understood where I was coming from and offered to support me.
My
desire was to go back to school which Ms. Mamlin made possible. Since I had no
relatives to live with, she rented a house for me in the slums and bought me a bicycle
to use as I go to school. At some point, my eye condition worsened and I had to
undergo three corneal transplant operations. My education was interrupted my God’s grace, I joined high school but couldn’t secure a place in the University.
After
completing high school in 2007, I started volunteering at the Academic Model
Providing Access to Healthcare (AMPATH) pharmacy department as a pharmacy
assistant. Through the mentorship and assistance of the Mamlin’s, Professor
Sonak Pastakia, and Indiana University friends I got an admission to the
University of San Carlos Philippines and completed a bachelor’s degree in Pharmacy
in 2014.
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Through
my work with AMPATH, I have been able to contribute to making AMPATH one of the
largest PEPFAR/USAID-supported HIV programs in sub-Saharan Africa with over
165,000 ever-enrolled HIV patients. The program is growing to include non-communicable diseases like diabetes within AMPATH’s care catchment areas.
I
am also using my pharmacy training to lead the introduction of home-based
delivery for non-communicable disease medications which is part of an ongoing
National Institutes of Health (NIH) study.
For years I have been working with
Tumaini Innovation Center, an organization working with street-connected
children and youth to address the health and other needs of one of the world’s
most vulnerable populations. Based on my previous life experience on the
street, I have been able to connect with these children and mentor them to set
high goals and seek meaningful opportunities.
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During
this period of COVID-19, I am collaborating with Tumaini Innovation Center
staff to rescue and reintegrate street children back into their homes as a way of
protecting them from contracting and transmitting COVID-19. We have
managed to rescue 84 street children and youth, whereby 35 have been reintegrated
to their homes, 29 have bounced back to the street in the process, and 20 are
being hosted at Tumaini Innovation Center waiting for reintegration to their
homes.
I
have come to believe that no situation is permanent. If you stay focused and
utilize all opportunities things can turn around. My current aspiration is to
inspire those who have faced hardships like me. Ultimately, I want to work with
the government and other stakeholders to create a favorable system that will
offer opportunities for education and healthcare to those children who are less
privileged in society.
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