They say that a single journey starts with a single step so it was when I lost my parent.
My name is Janet I was born on 22nd March 2002, I lost my parent when I was 11 months old I grew up with my grandmother.
I can't form a family of four two boys two girls and I'm the last one.
When I was young after I lost my parent my grandma mum took me and I started staying with her at the farm, on that farm I used to stay together with my two cousins sisters and my two uncles.
When I reach the age of 3 years my uncle's started sleeping with me almost everyday but I could not tell anyone because I thought it was normal, I thought that is what everyone else does without knowing that I was destroying my future, in 2008 the other uncle died and I remained with the other one but he continued sleeping with me until I was 13 years old when I came to realise that what I was doing was wrong so I approached him and told him that there was going to report him to grandma, he threatened me me that if I tell anyone he was going to kill me so I was scared and I kept quiet.
When i became 15 years old he started giving me strange medicine which I never knew when I asked him he could tell me that they will help you to grow, I became very worried to the extent whereby I felt like telling my grandma but I couldn't because I was afraid he was going to kill me, after writing my grade 7 exams I became more uncomfortable staying at the farm because I was afraid I've been killed and being abused everyday.
I had no option but to Runaway from the farm and I started staying on the mountain in the middle of the bush because I had no option.
I stayed in the bush for two weeks I could sneak to my Grandmother's kitchen at night to look for food everyday that's for me to have something to eat eat and I could go to the river to have my bath everyday just because I was afraid to tell my family about my situation.
I thought one day my brothers or sisters they will look for me and ask me why I ran away from home but I was lying to myself because no one came to look for me or ask me why I was staying in the bush.
So I decided to go back home maybe someone would ask me why I was doing that at but no one did but instead they started calling me names which used to hurt my feelings, they could go out telling people bad things about me just because they never knew my situation, just because they never had a chance to ask me, they thought I was mad ,they thought I was initiated into satanism, in which I was not.
I decided to go forever and look for a life but it was too difficult for me because I had no where to start from, so I decided to start sleeping in the Streets in town and Men could come and sleep with me just to give me food almost everyday until one day I found a job have they said then Lodge where are you started working.
People could get surprised because I was not knocking off, I could work 24/7 because I had no home, I had nowhere to go, I was just waiting for the month end so that I may be able to raise some money and pay for an apartment.
I got paid and I started living in a one-room house, I was happy but I could cry everyday thinking of what I've passed through in this life, I tried to kill myself several times but I could not die for some reason which I do not know up to now.
Some months later I resigned from work because I never wanted to be abused again by my customers just because I was desperate for money by that time I had managed to raise some money to be able to start up my small business which up to now.
I have always dreamed to become someone in life and I know that day will come I have always tried to do something big once I have money for that thing I'm going to fulfill my dreams.