“You are fired! You are fired! You are fired...” the words kept ringing in my mind as I slowly passed through Kibera, reputedly the largest tenement slum in the country with over 2.5 million dwellers. To be fired is one thing, but that they beat me up like a stray dog, I was still coming to terms with that three days later. I was terribly insulted. It hurts so much to know that many girls go through this torture every day. I pity those who are even younger than I am. You see, I am only fifteen years old. The younger ones wear scars like immortal gladiators who’ve been fighting all their lifetime.
Last week at the stroke of noon on New Year’s Day 2045, I refused to give a bribe to two guys from the electric company, so they cut off the power supply at SINNERS – a notorious local pub here in Kibera and a pit of sin for wild and rowdy men and women. Suffice it to say, in that pub you are forced to see what you shouldn’t see and hear what you shouldn’t hear.