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From society’s bad example to role model

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At a tender age of 16 years, Wanjiru Muroki discovered she was expectant. The man responsible was the same age as hers. He was a youth chairman at her church, her first love whom they had just dated for a year.

“Up to date, I still fear church men. It was a promising relationship. He was the first man I slept with,” she narrates She didn’t let her parents know immediately. She went straight to her principal’s office and told her the situation, pleading with her to give her a chance to complete her studies. When schools closed for August holidays in 2012, it was time to head home. Her tummy was now visible and she couldn’t hide it any more.

Though disappointed, her family was supportive. Wanjiru would, however, experience stigma from church and the society who felt she was too young to bear such a burden.

“The stigma was bad. It wasn’t like I was waiting for people to applaud me, but this was too much. Everyone starts treating you like you are a failure and you’ve hit the rock bottom of life. Some mothers even told their daughters not to befriend me. Being a first born, the stigma affected my siblings too as they kept on hearing their sister being used as a bad example by people everywhere,” she recalls.

Delivery room to exam room

She was lucky that her son, Isaac Merlin Muroki was born on October 31,2012, just before her final Kenya Certificate of Secondary Education [KCSE] exams. She left the hospital two days later to take her biology practical paper examination. Her son was accepted in the family and the man who was responsible tried his best to visit his son whenever he got a chance to. But they called the relationship off when he wanted to take care of his child under his roof.

Nonetheless, Wanjiru desired to pursue her dreams. My son is now

seven years old. When I looked at him every single day, I knew I had to be strong and pursue my dreams and goals. I’m glad that I graduated with a second class honours degree upper division in Education and I have just enrolled for my master’s degree. Apart from pursuing my education, socially I have made strides as well,” she says.

Helping others

Her bubbly, outgoing personality together with her past experience made her opt to pursue a career in education. She opted to concentrate on CRE and history to assist young people make sober choices when it comes to matters their sexuality. She didn’t have conversations on sex with her parents and now Wanjiru is glad that she is able to shape the future of young children.

“I was naive. I applied the little biology I had studied and thought since I was on my safe days, I would be safe from getting pregnant. It was two days after my periods and as luck would have it, I was wrong. This was my first sexual experience. As a result, I felt education was the place I would fit in so I would have conversations with teenagers. The ideas and the thoughts these young boys and girls have are intriguing. The thought that I am helping shape their future in one way or another keeps me motivated,” she says.

“We have a topic that touches on sex. They open up and share things that you thought were petty or not important. I find it easy because they know about sex— it’s us the parents and teachers who think they don’t,” she adds.

And though her son is still young, she has begun teaching him on matters sex step by step, with the first lesson being respecting women. The teacher advises parents to encourage and not scold their daughters when they become pregnant. “Teenagers go through a lot. When I watch teenage pregnancy cases soar, especially during the Covid-19 pandemic, I weep. I am crushed completely. Most, especially because of the responsibilities and expectations that come with teenage motherhood. One is confused— this is a child forced to raise another child. You don’t know what will become of your future and that of your baby. They also face rejection from family and friends. Parents, this is not the time to scold your daughter. Instead, shower them with love since their world has crumbled. Support them where necessary,” she says in conclusion.

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PHOTOS: Akothee’s brother breaks down during his late wife’s final send off

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Akothee and her family are currently in mourning after losing their sister in law; who was married to Akothee’s younger brother, Allan Ignatius.

Judging from the posts shared by Akothee, the mother of 5 avoided mentioning what occurred to her late sister in law; however she went on to celebrate her for being more than a friend but a sister.

Although we may not know what Allan is going through; Akothee went on to share some special message comforting him after losing the love of his life. Akothee went on to write;

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Asemwomo piny ,kiny an Kodi boda busia kanyo , I would not know what to do with you and the kids , I am here in bed in kisumu with your mom and your entire family ,ready to meet and receive you bro 🙏Be strong for us 💪@allanignatiuskokeyo AWUORO THOOOOOOO 🙏

Send off

Anyway, after keeping the funeral as private as possible; singer Akothee has gone ahead to share a few photos from the funeral on her page. Of course Allan who is currently struggling to get into terms with the fact that his wife is no more.

Judging from the photos, he indeed had nothing but sorrow written all over his face; but all in all his support system continues to hold his hand through this hard time. We from the Ghafla team send our heartfelt condolesence to the family during this hard time.

Akothees sister in law laid to rest

Allans wife laid to rest

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Uhuru’s adopted son Daniel Owira says he nearly left school after becoming rich

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Daniel Owira aka Otonglo time, saw his life change in the blink of an eye back when he was in high school.

After delivering a grand performance during drama festivals, he was quickly branded as the president’s son by none other than Uhuru Kenyatta.

Several years later, the young actor told NTV he nearly dropped out of school after becoming rich.

A year after Uhuru had offered to pay for his school fees, Owira joined university and as days went by, his pockets and bank account became heavier.

He was earning cash he had never touched before and did not know what to do with all the wealth he was accumulating.

“I will not lie to you, at first year no one really knows what to do with a lot of money. I was getting sponsorships and gigs and did not know what to do with all the cash,” he said.

Even after boosting his mother’s business, providing her with pocket money and furnishing her house, Owira still had escess money he did not know how to put to use.

For a moment, the entertainer considered giving up on education and focussing on his successful career.

Luckily, Uhuru’s “son” chose to finish his academic journey and put to bed any irrational thoughts that crossed his mind.

Uhuru's adopted son Daniel Owira says he nearly left school after becoming rich

Daniel Owira back when he was in campus. Photo: Daniel Owira
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As previously reported, Uhuru had promised to take care of Owira’s education up to university level.

While committing to take care of his school fees, Uhuru Kenyatta referred to Owira as one of his sons, of course figuratively.

Daniel Owira had plans to pursue a broadcast journalism in future, apparently to utilise his amazing oratory skills as evidenced by his Otonglo narrative.

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I was violently mugged at a well-lit street in Nairobi

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On Friday night, I lost my precious wristwatch and my utterly worthless cellphone to muggers at a well-lit street in the Nairobi city centre.

I was heading home from work at about 8.30 pm when a gang of five hoodlums pounced on me along Aru Lane, which is a stone’s throw away from Mfangano Street where I usually board my matatu.

They swiftly cut me off my route, boxed me into a tight corner and relieved me of whatever valuables I had on me.

The guy who initially accosted me – he must have been the ringleader – had threatened to draw a gun and shoot me if I tried anything stupid.

He had both hands in his pockets, so I couldn’t tell whether he had a gun or not, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

As this guy, who was in a greyish hoodie, and his accomplice flanked me on both sides, I took a quick backwards glance and noticed two heavyset fellows closing in. By the time I shifted my gaze forward, yet another menacing figure had sprung from nowhere.

I quickly realised I was cornered and outnumbered.

In that moment, I knew it was no use trying to fight these guys off. Not even the hard-tackling tight-head prop from my rugby-playing days would save me.

I wasn’t ready to become part of the city’s grim crime statistics of those who have been maimed, or had worse things done to them by muggers.

I meekly surrendered to their demands.

The whole incident barely lasted a minute, but in the brief moment I was held hostage in that corner, my mind raced to my wife and two young kids waiting for me at home.

Mercifully, I got through the ordeal unscathed and later got home to a warm hug from my three-year-old son.

I recounted my harrowing experience to my shell-shocked household. It wasn’t until hours later that we partook our evening meal.

Dangerous streets

I’ve since fully recovered from that experience, having had some good rest over the weekend.

When I shared my story with a close relative, he also recounted a similar mugging incident that happened on a Sunday evening at the junction of Mama Ngina Street and Kimathi Street.

Unlike me, this brother attempted to be a hero and nearly paid for it with his life.

In the middle of an ill-advised scuffle with his assailants, one of the muggers drew a knife and swung it at his abdomen. He quickly ducked, and the knife only grazed his thigh.

On seeing that their would-be victim wasn’t going down without a fight, the three thugs quickly vanished into an adjacent alley.

In retrospect, he says, he would not have tried to fight back.

That is what the streets of Nairobi have become; crowded places, bustling with human and car traffic by day but which become extremely dangerous at nightfall.

ATM machines that dot the exterior parts of many banking halls in the CDB are particularly risky places to visit in the evenings, especially when streets are deserted.

So too are alleys and backstreets, including Ngamia Lane and Tausi Lane, on either side of Nation Centre.

My priceless wristwatch is gone, but I thank God I lived to tell the tale – and write a story – of my encounter with Nairobi’s ruthless muggers.

The writer is an online Sub-editor at Nation Media Group 

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