Don’t Hush


“I was neighbours with prominent figures,” She said. “Politicians and high commissioners. I’d see these prominent people around my neighbourhood, of course they didn’t know me. I didn’t know myself either, or this life I was leading.” She lived in a palatial house in Rosslyn with a sweeping garden. High walls, maybe an electric gate, tended hedges, pop-up sprinklers. She drove the latest Range Rover that sat sparkling in the driveway like a silver coin on a patch of grass. Rather, she didn’t drive it, her driver did. “I also had a bodyguard who accompanied me everywhere.” 

“Why the hell did you need a bodyguard?” I squealed in what sounded, alarmingly, like Christ Tucker’s annoying voice. 

“I will come to that,” she raised her hand patiently like a priest and I shrunk a little in my seat. 

There were a couple of nannies to take care of her children, a gardener to talk to the roses, a housekeeper to prepare meals and tend to her qualms. They went through the latest top of the range vehicles, a Hummer before a Hummer became mainstream. On her birthday her husband gifted her a BMW X6. There were trips around the world; landing in Japan in the heavy fog of dawn, London in bright spring, Paris in bright, rosy summer and other parts of Asia when the leaves turned yellow and pink…”I visited over 40 countries. There was money and there was luxury” She said. Their children attended those high-end schools that teach banjo lessons. The type where kids go for their summer holidays in Cappadocia. I bet you will struggle finding that on the map. 

“We were in business, nothing dodgy, clean money. We had electronic shops all over Kenya and in Tanzania and Uganda. He [ hubby] was an astute businessman, brilliant and hardworking, a man truly ahead of his time. We were going to China long before anybody thought of going to buy goods in China. From the outside it seemed like I was living the life but on the inside I was the cliché you might read about in books of people who cry in Mercedeses. I was that cliché, literally. I was miserable. I felt trapped. I had no self esteem to speak of.  I didn’t have freedom, I couldn’t come and go as I pleased, thus the bodyguard. I was told what to do, no free will to speak of. I was unhappy.”

There were trips to the doctors in the proverbial Range Rover; a busted eardrum, a swollen lip, a sprained arm, a shaking tooth, a rib that hurt. The doctors would ask, what happened to you Njeri? She would look away and mumble, I ran into a doorway, I fell down a staircase, a drawer fell on me…the doctors would nod and write on their pads. 

“You stay because you want to maintain the status quo. You have cultivated this image to the public of a loving, successful couple, and you don’t want to disrupt that. Besides, don’t you have everything that anyone would want? Don’t you have children to think about? Then there is the church. What can I tell you about the church that hasn’t already been said?”

She got married at 16. 

She got married because she was ashamed. Rather she got married because she didn’t want to bring shame to her dad, shame to her church. She got married because she missed her period the first month and the second and then her boyfriend, who was only 21 at that time, brought a pregnancy kit and she peed on it and there were two lines. 

“I grew up in Kariobangi South, at the flats? I was a church girl. You know the type that everybody emulates? That was me. I was a good example for other girls in my estate but now I was pregnant.”

She lived with her dad, a single dad. Her mom bailed when she was very young. Dad toiled and struggled to raise her. When she discovered that she was pregnant she knew there was no question but to split and save her father. So she left without a note and moved in with her boyfriend’s family. “I couldn’t stand facing my dad, he was struggling as a single father, working his ass off to give us comforts and then this? A baby at my age? I couldn’t hurt him like that. I couldn’t imagine how ridiculed he would be in church. How shamed.”

A few days later, her dad showed up at the boyfriend’s family’s house.  He was calm. “He told the family of my boyfriend that whatever had happened had happened and that if I choose to stay here he had no problem with that, but only on one condition, they had to make sure I finished my education. If she drops out of school I will report you people to the police, he told them. And he followed up. That’s how I got to finish my education right up to college.”

“You see why I had to stay in an abusive marriage for 15-years? Because I wanted to prove to society that even women who are raised in broken families could build marriages. And I paid for it. This left ear? I’m deaf in this ear. I can’t hear anything on this side.”

She lost her hearing in that ear because he hit her so hard she couldn’t hear for 24 hours. They went to see a doctor. “I told the doctor I had walked into a door. Of course he wasn’t an idiot, so he asked him if he could give us privacy to examine me and he said no. I was terrified of him but I had nobody to talk to, confide in. I didn’t have a mother or family outside of his. It was his family and the church, a famous flamboyant church owned by a flamboyant couple. I admired their marriage, looked up to it. I wanted their marriage or how they showed up on the pulpit so I didn’t want anyone knowing that I was actually living in hell. People admired me. I mean, my bodyguard carried my bags.”

I laughed bitterly. I always thought if I met those women who make their bodyguards carry their handbags I’d have lots of questions for them but now suddenly I couldn’t think of one question. 

“I was living a very abnormal life. I couldn’t walk in the streets alone, unless I was abroad. My life has been controlled and prescribed, dos and don’ts. I was not allowed certain things. I  didn’t know who I was or what I liked. In fact it’s only later that I would find myself and I would discover that I liked wine. That I actually loved to drink coffee. There are foods I wasn’t allowed to eat because I was expected to be skinny. I only ate salads and soups. I’d go swimming at Stanley to stay trim as the bodyguard waited. It was wild. I had no voice to decide what I wanted for myself. ” She chuckled. “I was timid.”

There were two types of  beatings; there were the usual occasional slaps across the face. Then there were the savage beatings, like the one she woke up from in the bathtub where he had poured water on her to bring her back to consciousness. From that day she started planning an  escape, buying households, scouting for a house, and furniture. In 2016 she ran away. “I had run away from my dad’s house, now I was running away from his house many years later. I left like I left my dad’s house; with only my clothes. I left everything there; the cars, the help, the jewelry, my children, my shoes…everything.

She moved into a house in Mucatha. (Pronounced mushadha). A small two bedroom house in the middle of other houses. It was a different world from Roslyn in that it was a peaceful world. Being at peace was strange because it’s nothing she ever experienced. She always felt like she was living by someone’s rules, living in someone’s life. Now she had her own place and she found it strange that she had to make decisions alone for the first time. Her life was in her hands for once. No church, no family. Making tiny decisions like whether not to cook or sleep, leave the house, or stay in, were both strange and refreshing. Happiness was a weird concept. She felt like a child learning to walk by holding onto things for support. 

“The very first time my daughter came to visit me, she was six at that time, was quite hilarious. She was attending those white schools and so she had an accent and when she visited she looked around the house and in her accent asked, [puts on an American accent] “mom, where is the rest of the house?” Because as compared to where they lived my house was literally a store. When her friends came to visit they told her, “your mom has an adorable dollhouse!” She roared with laughter. 

“Can you imagine being married at 16 before you even know or understand yourself or the world around you and you have had things handed to you, decided for you, given to you and then suddenly you are 31 and single and alone and you don’t know your identity because your identity was rooted in church and in being a wife and you are free but lost in your freedom. So you start by asking yourself the basic question; who is Njeri Migwi? I grappled  with that question for a long time.”

The church was no help during this time. “The church turned its back on me because the church hates embarrassment. The church doesn’t like bad apples.”

In the meantime she had to earn a living so she started an interior decoration company and soon she got conned 3m because what did she know about doing business in Nairobi. She then found herself homeless and would sleep under the stairway of  her client’s office. But she started again, building small, day by day as she went through therapy where things spilled out of her like a burst pipe with murky water. 

“Therapy showed me things I didn’t know I had; unresolved anger, insecurities, baggage and damage. I did so well in therapy that I got married again.” She laughed. “I don’t even know why I got married again. You’d expect that after my experience I’d completely shun marriage and men…to say all men are trash and sometimes in my work I feel that way, but are they all trash? I was raised by a good man, an excellent man. I have a very good son. I have good brothers who treat their wives right. But again good men are a paradox because good men don’t talk to their friends who beat their wives. Why can’t good men tell these men, bro, what you are doing isn’t on? What use is being a good man if you can’t stop bad? What do you use your good for? Gender Based Violence isn’t going to end without the efforts of good men.” She paused and took a breath. “Sorry, I was talking about my second marriage.”

It was to a good man and it lasted for five good years. “I carried a lot of baggage to that marriage and I think I also changed a lot during the marriage and when it ended it was very amicable, very decent.” 

One day – six years ago – she was listening to an album by her friend, a poetry album and it resonated with her so much she broke down in tears. So she started writing about her experience on Facebook. “I was this strong feminist online and just speaking about what happened to me shocked people. They were like, oh my God you were timid and took all that? You are the most outspoken person we know! If somebody like you can go through that, then who are we? It sparked a conversation that led to her and Stella Khachina starting Usikimye an organisation that works towards ending sexual and gender based violence. 

When Njeri’s phone rings – and her phone is always ringing – she gets out of bed or walks out of a meeting or stops stirring her tea or puts it on speaker-phone when she is driving and 95% of the time the person on the other end of the call is usually a woman or a child in trouble. She rescues women and children from gender violence or abuse but sometimes she’s too late because they are dead. She’s constantly in hospitals or police stations or in court. She’s lost the number of times she’s rescued little girls who have been raped, torn. Children burnt by iron boxes. Children locked in rooms for days, weeks, their ribs pressing against their skin, eyes empty, fearful and near death.  She rescues sodomised boys. And women with broken legs and split heads and ripped souls. Women thrown off balconies and stabbed in the eye. 

“When we started rescuing these women and children we didn’t know what we were getting into. We were naïve. So you rescue a woman most often she has a child. What do you do with her? She can’t go back home, she will be killed. You can’t take her to your house. That’s how the idea of safe houses came up. We needed a safe place to hold them. I had 20K and Stella had the same. So we rented a house in Mucadha, our first safe house which now has grown to five in different secret locations in Nairobi. Cops frequently send victims to us, and we are overrun. But they can’t just stay in the houses, apart from food and medical attention they need rehabilitation,  so we got counsellors to help them.”

Covid period were her busiest period. “The violence was on another level. I have been to morgues a million times to identify bodies. I have seen bodies without heads. Humans really do horrible things.” She said, “There was a woman hospitalised in Naro Moru, for breast cancer; very weak, very sick, stage four cancer. Her HB was 4. Normal blood HB is 15. This woman’s husband somehow came to the hospital and raped her and she fell pregnant. How do you explain something like this? People are capable of unimaginable acts. I’m not making these things up. I have seen a ten year old give birth and lose her baby. I can show you pictures…” She reached for her phone.

“No, no. I can’t bear it.”

She was angry.

“Just when I thought I’ve seen enough, something happens that just takes it to another level. There was this case. A man had raped a six month old baby. Covid time. Six months!” She paused and folded her arms across her chest. “The baby died. We went to court for the case. The photos were so so bad, Biko, horrible photos of this baby. The judge looked at them and she broke down and cried in court. A judge, crying. She gave him a life sentence, yes, but nothing ever feels right when someone kills a baby. These things happen a lot; yesterday, there was a case of six month old baby being raped. I have stood over the bodies of dead women in the morgue so many times.”

“Why do you think you keep doing this?” I asked. 

“If I don’t, who will?” She posed. “Who do you think should do it if you don’t? Someone has to commit to it. It’s a responsibility, a calling even, even through the cynicism that sometimes I get online that I’m only trying to get donor money.” She chuckled. “Sometimes I spend my own money to help these women and children. There are people who will read this story and say, oh, she is exaggerating her story to get funding. I won’t pay them heed because life outside this table, outside this restaurant, is a nightmare for some women and children and we can’t expect that situation to auto-correct itself by sitting in our houses and offices ready with comments. So I beg for money, I fundraise online on our website, I ask for professional volunteers because we have over 50 women in safe houses that we have to feed and help and on top of this we have a feeding program that feeds 3,000 children in Soweto every Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday serving 3000 plates of food, 1500 cups of uji every week. And lots of bread.”

“Like Jesus.”

She laughed. “That’s funny.”

“You are doing the Lord’s work?”

“Am I really?” Pause. “It’s tiring…and sometimes it’s damn near impossible….damn near impossible…”

She looked away and stayed looking away at the parking lot. 

“Your phone seems to only bring bad news. What was the last good news you got from your phone?”

“Something great?”


“A German couple donated their land somewhere in Kitengela to build a safehouse, a whole acre.”

“A white couple?”

“No, black.”

“That’s great news.”

“It sure is.”

We sat in a brief silence, soaking in the good news before I spoiled it with a question. “Are we all evil?”

“I think we all have a capacity to do evil,” she said thoughtfully. “Everyone of us has a capacity to do evil. It is how you control that capacity. I mean, look at these men who do these unimaginable things. These people who stab and kill and rape children they don’t look like monsters, they look like us. The problem I have, the biggest problem is how much they’re able to get away with it. We live in a jungle. There is no justice for the poor and downtrodden and the weak. A just country. Sometimes I just want to pack my things and go and never come back because just getting justice is a very long process.”

We talked about purpose and how experience leads us to where we are and what we do. How everything she had to go through prepared her for this moment. How experiences build your skillset to enable you to navigate your next phase. “I think my experiences were simply building my sense of empathy and compassion because those are the only tools you need to do what I do and what I do isn’t possible without kindness and compassion. Where do I get that from? My dad is compassionate and empathetic, I learnt that from him from watching him. He fights for the rights of people who are not seen. All these things are in you and they boil to the service from experiences. And I think people should be more empathetic and kind.”

Long after we parted ways I mulled about that statement, her dad being empathetic and kind and compassionate and how it’s akin to a simple gene we can transfer to our kids by doing and showing and they in turn employ it to the world in acts of kindness and compassion and empathy. But even beyond kids, just being empathetic and compassionate as a human is enough: small biscuits that make big impacts. 


I also remember asking her if she would come back as herself and she said. “Not really but if I do I would want to come back as a simpler version of myself. I don’t want to be inspiring or courageous or brave or even a mother. All those things can be tiring.”


This article was facilitated by Zizi Afrique Foundation, who are assessing life skills and values in children and young people and how that affects society and their lives in general in future.  

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    1. Everytime i read Njeris story its just as heartbreaking as the first time. And it is never lost on me the silence of the church being so loud. Women spend alot of their lives being the most dedicated members of churches but churches would rather build new branches than commit to building safehouses or rescue centres. so much for the “religion of love” when your most vulnerable members are lost to fend for themselves.

      What is the point of trying to save souls when the souls you already have are bleeding profusely?

      1. I read somewhere that religion is the opium of the poor and that the same should never be confused with Faith, err, faith. That there is a difference between faith and religion which is thicker than it seems. More often, I argue with my mother over the subject but I am always minded to respect her view even if it means sacrificing mine for the sake of peace. Her peace of mind. I am not a religious person but I believe in the Almighty.
        High school really shaped my critical thinking skills especially in matters faith and religion. I believe it is not the religion that maketh a man or woman. Religion is just a vessel often misused. It is like a ship used to transport contraband.

      2. So easy to blame “the church”. Just who is that? If you attend a church, you are the church!! What have you done to ensure that your leadership takes this important matter into consideration? If your current church leadership refuses to engage, why don’t you change to one that’s willing? Or better still start one that will engage? This “helplessness” while blaming “the church” while continuing to attend “it” (or even running away it) is pretentious in my view. It affords us the luxury of opinion and pointing fingers while taking responsibility for nothing.

        You be the church.

      3. The way Jesus calls us to live is outright impossible we can only strive. The Bible says that true religion is taking care of the orphaned and widows, and it goes beyond that. Removing your coat for another. It breaks my heart that people don’t find solace in the church. You are right @bumble bee and I hope that we, as the church do better. Not just saving souls and letting them be in plights that we should help them through.

    1. Me too,right here I guess. From the first sentence, I was like, definitely familiar. Read through the story again though,coz y’know, it’s Niko

  1. If people still think the devil is a laughable caricature of a being who exists in folklore and cartoons with sharp horns, a wicked grin, a long tail and always painted fiery red because he lives in hell, let me just say he is real and not only walks amongst us but shows up in the deeds of those who permit him to.

    How can people stoop to such levels of evil? Raping a six month old, beating loved ones to a pulp. Committing murder. The human propensity to do evil is so huge.
    May Jesus take the wheel and cleanse the human heart.
    Njeri Migwi is incredibly strong. I believe she should continually go through therapy for this kind of activism where one is exposed to horrors on the daily as she rescues the weak and vulnerable.

    1. Manze! Just too sad!!

      A big shout out to Njeri Migwi and every other Njeri Migwis out there rescuing the weak and vulnerable.

      1. I listened to you earlier and realized am not the only one doing this. It’s giving back to the society and even when we have to use every penny we own God always replenishes so that we don’t fail this beings we are helping. All I know is that it’s not in vain its for the Glory of God.
        Someone mentioned Churches would rather build new branches than commit to building safehouses or rescue centres.
        Thats true because churches have lost focus on who they serve ,they only concentrate on the 4 walls with the 99 benefitting them when the 1 out there cries for help.

    2. It must be hard being the devil. He receives the blame for everything evil. Is it because the word evil is in devil and people think it is derived from it? The same way many think avail is squeezed from available? Sometimes even the devil is shocked with the kind of evil that roams freely on this planet. I think the devil is even tempted to ask for pardon from He that he wronged!
      People need to own up because blaming the devil for all that is not heavenly sounds like an excuse. An evil one at that.

      The Devil’s Advocate.

  2. “If I don’t, who will?” She posed. “Who do you think should do it if you don’t? Someone has to commit to it. The challenge to us all…

  3. Truly, still waters run deep. I wonder what happened to humanity. Glad that you came out better and strong enough to help others.

  4. This article in a way has explained the reason I am ever at loggerheads with individuals (read bosses) who oppress and exploit those under them. No matter how much I try to keep off such matters the more I find myself deep in them. It is a gene. I think I can never avoid fighting for peoples rights especially the down trodden ones, the consequences not withstanding!

  5. I visited one of the safe houses and their stories are heart breaking. To be in a safe marriage or family is really underated. Usikimye do such a remarkable job. I hope GBV will soon be a thing of the past; it is barbaric and pure evil! I’m so irked! I thank God for Njeri ❤️ God truly bless and sustain them.

  6. Njeri Migwi’s story always brings tears to my eyes, what she went through but even more what the people she rescues have been through. Humans can be the devil

  7. Every one has a measure to be good or evil! Indeed every deed of another human is a mirror reflection of what we are capable of. HUMAN!

  8. She went through so much, and through her pain she is lightening the burden for so many people. It is so sad what human beings are capable of. Why would someone rape a six month old, a bedridden cancer patient or anyone for that case? Why do we make each other punching boxes and thrive in demeaning another human being?

  9. This was hard to read. I cant imagine how difficult it is to rise up and be present enough to listen to and care and help the victims. Worse still, is to have been a victim and experienced such unimaginable violence.
    May God keep virgil over this earth and give us peace.

  10. How can some people be so inhumane! A man raping a six months old baby? Another crook raping his bedridden woman?

    Quite sad!

    Well, Njeri Migwi is doing a superb work, I follow her on Facebook and can bear witness of her acts of accommodating those in dire situations.


  11. People go through a lot in the name of maintaining ‘status’ and ‘image’

    The devil is us,lives among us,you don’t have to look anywhere else. All we can do is pray,shun evil and do good.

    God bless her heart.

  12. Njeri is doing a job that is indescribable! If she doesn’t, who will??? Truly there is a good God who creates people like Njeri that do what none of us can!

  13. But again good men are a paradox because good men don’t talk to their friends who beat their wives. Why can’t good men tell these men, bro, what you are doing isn’t on? What use is being a good man if you can’t stop bad? What do you use your good for?

  14. An absolute state of concoction of hope and desperation as far as human existence is concerned!
    Daughter:where is the rest of the house,mommy!
    made be roar in laughter so hard

  15. Oh Njeri. I have heard your story before, on LNS, and you are just such a ball of strength. Bravo for what you do. You chose not to pick a victim card and retrieve to a corner but to be who you are to this victims.

  16. This is just saddening. I am tears reading about the raping of a 6month old. Having grown up myself in a wide spectrum of domestic violence from my real family to my step family…I have been feeling of late like that is my purpose…to rescue women from the shackles of emotional and physical abuse. To show them that there is more to life than what societal norms dictates for them. I hope I will one day be able to do this. I know it’s a tedious process but we need more Njeri’s and I hope I can be one. This is an inspiring piece. Thank you

  17. Good people who do nothing when bad things happen, encourage bad things to happen. What a traumatic story Njeri; thankfully, you emerged strong and resilient and the world is a better place because of you. May life be kind to you.

  18. Omg, this is both heartbreaking and inspiring. I can relate with the judge crying, I saw things in public hospitals that pop up in the middle of the night. I have been threatened by an armed policeman, on a cold rainy night in a small public hospital with jume and a nurse on call. A cop who brought in his battered girlfriend, demands treatment and not a word to be said. I had to house her for the night. I claimed keeping overnight for observation but we only had a maternity in patient. I have a lot to say about working in the public sector. Such experiences remind me why I am a avid activist for human’s right.

  19. What a story! My heart goes out to all victims of GBV. Thank you Njeri Migwi and your entire organization for the work you do. May the Lord richly reward you!
    I’m just wondering, where’s the government in all this? Ministry of gender Haloooooo……….

  20. Experiences give lessons which ultimately lead to purpose. Njeri had to go through hell to help others come out of it. May God bring healing to those who need it. This is so evil.

  21. Inspiring, yet very sad tale! Inspiring because of the amazing stuff Njeri and Stella are doing in this part of our globe. Sad because of all the evil being committed against the vulnerable by their fellow humankind!
    Are we humans, evil? By all accounts, through and through! That’s what Holy Scriptures say. We are only capable of evil, unless changed by God and enabled to do good.
    Regrettably, “the church” always gets bashed left, right and centre as if it is some independent entity divorced from the people of whom it is constituted! And yes, as an institution, there are grave concerns about that! But there are “churches” the majority of people constituting them are sincerely trying to live out what they believe the best way they understand how. And whose leadership is equally doing their best to stay on the straight and narrow in keeping within the tenets and precepts espoused by the faith’s founder, Christ and His appointed Apostles. Such leadership strive to lead adherents that way.
    Admittedly, a great many – so-called churches and their leaders, are charlatans! Even then, why so should everyone be blamed for the sins of the counterfeits? After all, what is it that is said; you don’t judge a philosophy by its abuse? Or something to the effect.
    And which institution is angelic anyway! Government? Again, the argument is, government is not some amorphous entity existing all alone out there! So, it really is not fair to heap collective blame on “the church” for abetting the bad, happening around. Those are committed by individual people – and hardly in the name of “the church”
    But why are you, Jackson Biko, so FIXATED on “COMING BACK” as something else or someone different? Any coming back, and I think there is, is not as anything or anyone else, other than YOU!

  22. The world today needs more human skills than techno skills. More values than innovations
    We’re safer with more kindness than with latest technology gimzos
    Hail Njeri Migwi
    And her ilk
    May God do for you what God does for all the good people

  23. honestly i don’t know how Njeri does it. i would need to be in therapy weekly because the anger and hate i would have in my soul would never go away. even just reading this story is triggering.

  24. Njeri does a lot of work. It is admirable. I cannot imagine how she copes.
    Now Biko, was this meant to be ‘surface’ and not ‘service’ in this sentence – “……boil to the service”?

  25. Your story Njeri reminds me that one language every human being understands is kindness but very few humans speak the kindness language,sadly

  26. Hi, this too a lot. But still on the question of ” How much, is too much”
    a cancer patient without blood??????? a six month old??????..

    I however the resilient is notable.

  27. Beautiful beautiful soul Njeri Migwi! Good question Njeri, if not you then who? Godspeed in your journey of fighting for justice for victims of GBV. Wishing you, Stella and Usikimye all the best!

  28. Njeri you are a great woman doing great things. I will give you your flowers when you are alive. I celebrate you. Mob love from Wiltshire UK .

  29. The church was no help during this time. “The church turned its back on me because the church hates embarrassment. The church doesn’t like bad apples.”

  30. What sickens me the most is child abuse! And unfortunately cases of the same are on the rise! I am pro age appropriate sex education for all children starting age 3 but as a society we should also work towards weeding out all sexual predators and not wanting to deal with the issue in privacy(eti hii ni maneno ya kifamilia). Once an offender “gets away” with abuse they are emboldened and they will continue to abuse and not stop until they are stopped.

  31. Im your die hard follower Njeri, do what you do best. We have good men out here, so do we have crazy and evil women. Its all about personality, if feel your pain. We live to fight another day. Youre a blesses soul, long live the Queen.

  32. Njeri…..
    Continue doing the good deeds you do.
    We see it|I see it and May God continue giving you grace and love that surpasses all human understanding.
    You’re appreciated and loved even if it’s by few take that as fuel to keep the lamp burning…❤️❤️❤️

  33. It is scarry how human are capable of doing evils stuffs. I wonder why we groppled for a devil in our prayers when part of us is pure evil.

  34. The story of her life isn’t adding up or was expecting a longer version of it….Kudos to the good work she is doing. She has truly discovered her purpose here on earth.

  35. The world can be such an unsparingly savage place one can be forgiven for believing that evil will triumph in the end-
    (Raymond Reddington- The blacklist).

    I am dumbfounded beyond words. God help us.

  36. A very intriguing and heart wrecking story. Biko, in your introductory paragraph, you have correctly spelled Rossyln. As you progressed to Mucatha, you omitted an S from Rosyln. Was it by design? Is this a way to assess who your keen readers are?

  37. Oh Njeri
    Am sorry the church wasn’t there for you. And yes you are doing the Lords work. May He sustain you with his energy. May His love carry you and keep healing you from the tragedy you see everyday.

  38. “Everyone of us has a capacity to do evil. It is how you control that capacity.@’
    This statement alone has been engrained in my mind and has me asking myself what sort of a person I am. I take this story as a learning avenue and admire Njeri for her courage and great work.

  39. Wow….your articles evoke emotions in me I wasn’t even aware I had….. having dated an abusive man,the memories come flooding….tears also.Humans can be evil I agree.

  40. I first scrolled through this piece when ‘Usikimye’ met my eyes. I wanted to go to the comment section and start shouting because I applied for a job here and have got no reply yet… but after reading thru I LOST strength, I don’t want to shout at nobody. May the this unmatched kindness be rewarded profusely by God

  41. Amazing story of an amazing human being! May the Lord who has begun a good worj through her be faithful to complete it.

  42. Huh, I finished this and went back to Justin baldoni videos on sexual violence and abuse and the role of good men. I would like to think that good men have to some extent failed. They can stop violence against women,children and the vulnerable by doing the simplest thing of condemning violent men around them to reporting violent men or perpetrators to the police.

  43. As a Psychologist, the biggest population in the prisons are the traumatised.The sodomized who became the sodomizers,the emotionally and physically abused that became the abusers.The “human evil” is cyclical because we keep feeding on the sanity of others as a society.Our empathy as a race is fading away too quickly I am afraid. Njeri Migwi keep up with the good work!Hope one day I get a chance to walk with the victims of GBV in your organisation and help with the trauma.