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Home Births in Kenya: Carrie Ndoka, a Mother of Three’s Experiences

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Would you consider a home birth? As in choosing to give birth at home instead of in a hospital? And not that you do not have the money to deliver in a hospital, actually you can easily pay for the bill but you just want to deliver in the comfort of your own home?

Well, last week on Friday, I met one mom – Carrie Ndoka, a mother of three boys who has delivered her two children at home with the assistance of a midwife. I had so many questions for Carrie because I have never before met a woman who made the decision to deliver at home –not by circumstance, but by choice. I must have asked her about a million questions, but she remained calm through it all as she explained her reasons why. She stands by her choices despite the strong backlash she has received and continues to receive from many quarters.

Interesting.

Well, after my interview with her I had so much to write but I had to summarize it into this article. You can also read it below.

“Despite the government’s call for women to deliver in health facilities to reduce the risks associated with childbirth, a high number of Kenyan women still continue to deliver at home.

The latest Kenya Demographic and Health Survey (KDHS) 2008/9 indicates that 56 per cent of births in Kenya take place at home, with women in rural areas, those with low levels of education and low income forming the majority.

It is, therefore, interesting to learn that there are well-educated, urban women who can easily afford the luxuries of a birth in the remodelled maternity wings of private hospitals, who are choosing to give birth at home.

In private hospitals, these women have access to the latest technological equipment, with consultant gynaecologists, anaesthetists and paediatricians at hand to receive their babies.

But while they can effortlessly pay for the cosy amenities in these hospitals, they are instead choosing to have their babies at home.

Why is this so?

Thirty six-year-old Carrie Ndoka is a communications consultant with a foreign-based donor organisation in Nairobi. This mother of three delivered two of her children at home, the first child being delivered in hospital by “default”.

“My husband and I were all set to deliver our first son here in our house, all by ourselves. After regularly attending all my antenatal clinics, we also attended private birth classes, which gave us the confidence that we could birth our own baby at home,” she says.

However, when labour continued for too long, the couple decided to go to hospital, where she delivered their son shortly thereafter. Carrie’s reason for attempting a home birth for her first delivery was simple:

“Pregnancy and birth are not diseases that need medical or hospital intervention, unless when absolutely necessary,” she says.

Carrie, an International Business Administration graduate from USIU, and who is currently studying for a degree in development studies, says she prefers home births because of the peace and comfort her house offers her, something she believes she would not get in a hospital.

“Hospitals have this aura that makes me  uncomfortable and tense. But at home, I am in familiar territory, with no restrictions.

I can cook, walk freely and hang out with my family as labour progresses, perhaps even watch a movie with them.

I also like home births because I don’t have to listen to the screams from the stranger in the next bed, allowing me to concentrate on my own labour without distraction,” she says.

Greatest discomfort

One of Carrie’s greatest discomforts about a hospital birth is that the woman is unlikely to be in control of the process, since it will be dictated by the medics around her.

“A woman in labour should be able to be in tune with her body and listen to it guide her. As long as she has full confidence in her body’s ability to birth naturally, she will not need any drugs or surgical procedures, unless absolutely necessary,” she says.

This is the strong conviction she had when she went into labour with her first son.

But things did not go as planned, and aware of the potential risks, she decided to go to hospital.

But according to Carrie, her fears about a hospital birth were only reaffirmed after her hospital birth.

“When the midwives examined me, they said I was 9cm dilated and told me to relax, that my baby would be out in no time. However, all this changed when the doctor arrived soon after. He mentioned he needed to travel out of town immediately, and induced me.

This hastened my contractions, and a few minutes later, my son Taj was born,” she remembers.

Being a first time mother, Carrie says she felt intimidated by the doctor.

Carrie Ndoka with her son Uba during the interview on October 24, 2014.

“My labour was progressing well under the guidance of the midwives, but when he walked in, everything changed.

The midwives had no voice and had to obediently follow the doctor’s instructions. I too did not question him,” she says, adding that she does not believe the induction was necessary.

Her unpleasant hospital experience did not end there.

“After every few minutes, someone kept coming to my room to check on me. I had no privacy. While I appreciated their care and concern, I felt that the checks were too many, some unnecessary.

My worst experience came  early one morning when a strange man walked into my room, came straight up to me, undid my gown and shamelessly shoved his hands into my bosom without saying a word.

Furious, I asked him who he was. He replied that he was a doctor, and that he was checking if my breasts were producing milk.

That was it. I asked for an immediate discharge from the hospital.”

And with that, Carrie reaffirmed her decisionnever to deliver in a hospital again, at least not if she could avoid it.

When she got pregnant again three years later, she decided to engage an experienced midwife for her home birth.

“As usual, I attended all my regular antenatal clinics at a private hospital. I had no complications whatsoever, and at 36 weeks, my gynaecologist gave me the go-ahead to deliver at home with the assistance of a midwife, if that was what I wanted.

This was after he had verified the qualifications of the midwife,” she says.

Carrie chose Lucy Muchiri to help her. Together, they drew up a birth plan, which included regular monitoring and checks, and what to do in case of an emergency during labour and birth. Interestingly, the determined Carrie even chose to have a water birth!

And when her labour began, she went through the first stages with her husband.

He helped her with the breathing, massaged her back, as well as helped her walk around. However, she was regularly on the phone with the midwife, and as the labour progressed into its last stages, Lucy joined her at 2am.

Three hours later, Carrie was holding her second son, Rio, 3.1kgs, having delivered him in a mobile birth pool, in her  bedroom.

Her husband, Maina Maseeti, cut Rio’s umblical cord.

Carrie, who delivered at 42 weeks, has no doubt that had she gone to hospital, she would have been induced, perhaps even had a caesarean section recommended because she was way past her expected due date.

Her third child, Uba, who weighed 3.6kgs, was also delivered at home.

Don’t the risks of a home birth bother her?

“There is no guaranteed outcome in any birth, whether at home or in hospital. However, I believe in having a natural birth in a relaxed, comfortable environment, and in this case, my own home. I also prefer home births because my pregnancies have always been smooth and low-risk. If I had experienced even the slightest complication during pregnancy, I would have had a hospital delivery. Or if I had any concern during labour just like I did with my first birth, I would have gone to hospital.”

Besides, Carrie adds that the midwife always comes fully equipped with a birth kit containing all the requirements for an emergency, either on the part of the mother or the child before they get to a hospital.

“I live very close to a number of 24-hour private hospitals, so it is possible to be in one of them in just under five minutes, since I always have a vehicle on standby,” she says.

So what do her friends think of her decision to give birth at home?

“Most of them think I’m crazy,” she laughs.

“I have even had friends offer to contribute towards my medical bill, assuming that I am broke; I have received plenty of criticism, but it does not faze me,” she says.

Carrie decries the naivety of many pregnant women who deliver in hospitals, saying that some doctors are deceitful when it comes to maternity services.

“Many women place too much trust in their doctors, but unfortunately, most of this trust is misplaced.

If the doctor says the pelvis is small, the baby is too big, the baby is not positioned well, the baby’s heartbeat is irregular, or labour is progressing too slowly and recommends an induction or emergency caesarean section, we immediately accept it as true because we trust the doctor, and also because we are afraid to question his authority lest he get offended,” she says.

Carrie believes that inductions and caesarean sections are unnecessary in many cases.

“Some doctors are driven by selfish interests, for instance when they need to rush elsewhere, and feel that the woman’s labour will delay them, so they scare the mother into believing that her life or that of her baby is in danger unless she is induced or goes to theatre.

Some are driven by financial gain, and will recommend a caeseran section even when it is not necessary,” she says.

I also like home births because I don’t have to listen to the screams from the stranger in the next bed, allowing me to concentrate on my own labour without distraction,” she says.

The Midwife

Lucy Muchiri is a nurse with 17 years’ experience – for 15 of these, she has been a midwife. She says that to become an independent midwife who conducts home births, you have to be licensed by the Nursing Council of Kenya.

She began conducting home births four years ago.

“In the first year, I oversaw only four births. In the second year, there were six, and in the third year, I had a home birth every month. This year I have had at least two home births every month,” she says.

The women who choose to have home births, according to Lucy, are mainly working class women in the middle-class bracket, with the rest being in the upper class. They are all well-educated women, most of them married, she says.

Initially, Lucy’s clients were second-time mothers who had had an unpleasant hospital birth experience with their first child, and were looking for a different option.

“Most said they were subjected to unnecessary medical procedures, such as inductions, episiotomies and caesarean sections.

But nowadays, I’m seeing more first-time mothers.

These are women who want to experience the process of a natural birth, and fear they might not experience this in a hospital. Most are referrals from other mothers who have had home births,” she says.

What about the risks associated with delivery?

“My clients must get clearance from their doctors at 36 weeks, allowing them to have a home birth.

These are women who have had previously smooth pregnancies. In case of an emergency during labour, such as foetal distress, sudden high blood pressure, excessive bleeding or a retained placenta, I have a fully-equipped emergency birth kit that can help with urgent medical care before getting the patient to hospital.

I also work with a reliable ambulance provider who is always on standby.”

Considering a homebirth?

Lucy Muchiri says that home births are not for every woman, for instance those who have:

– Pregnancy complications such as high blood pressure, high blood sugar, chronic illnesses such as diabetes, cancer or kidney problems.

– Premature labour

– A baby who has been detected to have malformation

– A low lying placenta

– Fibroids

– A segmented uterus.

*Article Courtesy: Daily Nation. Pictures by Jennnifer Muiruri.

Where Do Children Get Tuberculosis From?

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In the course of my work as a health journalist, I have come across cases of babies who have died of tuberculosis, sadly. In most of the cases, their parents wonder where the child got the TB from. Was the child born with it? Could they have gotten it from their mother? Or did they get it from those around them –the dad, sister, brother, housegirl? Or could it be visitors who came to see them then they looked at them with a ‘bad eye’? Could they have been bewitched? Why did they die yet they were on treatment and seemed to have been getting better? Or was it the wrong treatment they were receiving in the first place?

Well, Dr Lorraine Mugambi Nyaboga, the TB Technical Advisor at the Centre for Health Solutions – Kenya gives us an expert’s answer to this.

“TB in children, and especially children under the age of 1 year is quite difficult. Children will always contract TB from someone who has it and in most cases, someone they have prolonged contact with. This means that they will usually contract TB from a household contact or caregiver, and almost never from a casual visitor. Adolescents may contract TB from school. Also, a child can be born with TB if their mum had it while pregnant.

Generally, children with TB will present with cough, fever, failure to add weight and reduced playfulness. Many times, the mother will give a history of the child as having been treated for pneumonia severally.

Once TB is suspected, the doctors will usually ask for sputum tests, chest x rays and other tests depending on where the TB is located. It is possible to have TB of the lungs (which is the most common), the spine, brain and other places in the body, so tests may depend on whether the TB is located.

Once TB has been confirmed, all household contacts of that child must be screened for TB in order for them to be treated. Treatment of TB in children just as in adults is 6 months long and adherence to medications is imperative for them to be cured. Most importantly, TB can be prevented, and if treated on time, it can be cured.

Death usually occurs if diagnosed late or treatment is not consistent.”

Hope that information from Dr. Mugambi has given you some valuable information. One thing I know for sure is that TB drugs must be taken as prescribed without fail. No defaulting. Adherence is key.

Share this information with those around you.

*Top image: New mothers receiving health information at a clinic in Kawangware.

Motherhood Notes from a Kenyan Mom in the Diaspora: Train Rides at the Mall

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Nabubwaya Chambers is a Kenyan mom raising her 11 month old son together with her husband Lee in Texas, USA. Last time, Nabubwaya told us about the maiden bus ride that she and her husband took their son on (read the post here). Today, she lets us know exactly how that trip to the mall went.

“We took a nice, relaxing walk around different stores at the mall as we did some window shopping. Lema was still asleep. As we walked around, I thought to myself of how good it always is to find great deals around town. For some reason, it always seems as though there is a ‘sale’ every month, where there are good deals in most stores.

When we decided to take a seat at one of the benches, Lema immediately woke up. It’s interesting how he seems to doze off when we are in motion but once the movement stops, he wakes up instantly. It’s the same thing he does when he’s being rocked while fussing or sleepy.

I then fed him some milk then we took a few photos as we watched the train pass by our bench. We had picked a spot next to some really cool mobile toys that caught his eyes. He kept starring at them and clearly seemed to gravitate towards those toys.

Baba Lema and I decided to get some tickets to take him for a train ride. So we cued and paid for our ticket and as you may have guessed, there was a deal included…buy two get one free ticket. The Kenyan in me enjoys hearing the word “free”. Everything else doesn’t matter before and after the word “free” when it comes to sales and deals at stores. :)

The train ride was the coolest part of that tour of the mall. Lema was so fascinated and just kept gawking at everyone on board including the passersby. He would occasionally glance towards our direction then back to the fascination of the moment. I enjoyed watching his reaction every time the train choo-chooed and made cool turns. After a few minutes, our ride came to an end. We took more photos, had a meal at a café, shopped for some books, toys, and movies then headed back to the bus stop to catch our last bus ride back home in great stride. At this time we had a very happy, well rested, entertained, and energetic baby in tow.

We boarded our bus and no sooner had we sat down than the energetic bundle of joy fell asleep in his father’s arms. He was totally wiped out. Thanks city bus for helping our baby nap so effortlessly.

We had fun times and I guess Lema’s first bus rides will certainly be well thought of and fondly remembered for years to come.”

*You can read more of Nabubwaya’s notes here.

Doris Mayoli: Fighting Cancer through Music (Twakutukuza Worship Concert)

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What plans do you have for today? If you’re still looking for a ‘plot’ then you can consider attending the Twakutuza worship concert happening today at Nairobi Chapel, Ngong rd.

Twakutuzuka is the brainchild of Doris Mayoli a mother of two boys who was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer in 2005. Nine years later, Doris is cancer free, having been lucky enough not to be one of 27,000 people who lose their lives to cancer each year.

With a second chance at life, Doris today helps cancer patients in the fight for their lives through music. She organizes the Twakutukuza worship concerts, whose proceeds go towards helping cancer patients meet medical bills and have a second chance at life, just like she did. This she does courtesy of Twakutukuza Trust.

In her weekly news feature segment ‘Women and Power’ on NTV, host Victoria Rubadiri had a chat with Doris on her cancer journey.

Have a look at it here and if you’ll make it to the concert, see you then. Carry your kids along.

https://youtu.be/uAC4mmKAi8U:) Have a blessed weekend.

“I Lost my Uterus to a Rare Form of Cancer”-Jacklyne Nekesa Nyongesa

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By Maryanne W. Wawerumaryanne@mummytales.com

“Ever since I was a little girl, I always desired to have my own child, but nature did not seem to favour me in that way. I have now accepted the fact I will never give birth to my own child,” says 40 year-old Jacklyne Nekesa Nyongesa.

In 2009, Jacklyne had her uterus removed, in a surgical procedure known as a hysterectomy. She was aged 35 years then and even though she did not wish to have her uterus removed, it was her only option if she needed to stay alive.

Jacklyne’s journey to the loss of her uterus began in 1997 where for a period of time, she experienced heavy bleeding accompanied by intense pain to the extent that she would pass out. With time, the bleeding became constant and would see her bleed every single day of the year. Her bleeding would not be light, no. It was heavy bleeding, the one that is accompanied with huge clots.

“Pads would not help as the blood would sip right through them and onto my clothes. I always had to carry a change of two or three clothes in my handbag. I was studying at that time and it became difficult for me to move around as I had to constantly keep dashing into public toilets to change my soiled clothing. I always soiled my clothes, no matter how thick the pad was, no matter how often I changed the pad. It was so bad, so embarassing, so depressing that eventually, I decided to stop going to college and preferred to stay indoors,” she remembers.

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As the bleeding continued, it would be accompanied by feelings of nausea, vomiting and extreme fatigue. Jacklyne then decided to visit Kenyatta National Hospital where there doctors ran a series of tests on her, including a pregnancy test.

“The tests showed that my pregnancy hormones (hCG) were very high. This puzzled me because I knew for a fact I was not pregnant as I was not sexually active. At all. So I found the test results very odd. An ultrasound later showed that I had abnormal growths in my uterus. It is these growths that were mimicking a pregnancy, hence the symptoms of a first-trimester pregnancy,” she says.

The doctors then took tissue samples from Jacklyne’s uterus, which established the presence of cancerous cells along her uterine wall. Jacklyne was diagnosed with an unusual type of cancer called choriocarcinoma, which is a cancer that occurs in a woman’s uterus (womb). Jacklyne had to undergo two surgeries in a span of six months to remove the abnormal growths, as well as undergo chemotherapy to destroy the tumor cells. She underwent a total of 15 cycles of chemotherapy.

However, the pain and bleeding never stopped, despite the two forms of treatment.

“As the years went by and the bleeding and pain got worse, the doctors recommended having my uterus removed, but I resisted this. I would hear none of it because I believed I would, with time, be healed of ‘my condition’, meet a nice man, get married and have babies,” she says.

So for the next 10 years, Jacklyne experienced heavy bleeding accompanied by intense pain every single day. Due to the loss of blood, she became anaemic and lost count of the number of times she had to undergo blood transfusions. The disease affected not only her physical and emotional health, but her social life too.

“I could not date. I could not be intimate with a man because I literally bled every single day of my life,” she remembers.

She began contemplating having the surgery to remove her uterus done after all, because of all the many problems she was having.  Her cancer had even started spreading to other parts of the body.

“A hysterectomy was the only solution if I wanted to stay alive. My dream of birthing my own babies had to come to an end,” she sadly remembers.  Finally, in 2009, Jacklyne gave in and heeded the doctor’s call to have her womb removed.

After the hysterectomy, the bleeding and pain stopped and for the first time in 12 years, she did not have to wear a pad or carry an extra set of clothes in her handbag. She could move around freely without having to think of where the closes public toilet was.

It has been 5 years since Jacklyne had her uterus removed. Even though still still single at 40, she hopes to find love someday.

“Most men want a woman who can bear them children. I am yet to meet a man who doesn’t want that. Maybe our paths will cross someday. For now, I am considering adopting a child,” she says.

Today, Jacklyne volunteers at the Texas Cancer Center in Nairobi where she interacts with cancer patients and survivors.

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*I originally published part of this article in The Star.

My Trip to Turkana This Week to Write about Mothers and Children

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Early Thursday morning, I’ll be travelling to Turkana. It’s a county I’ve never been to be before, and I’m eager to visit the place.:) Anyway, why am I going to Turkana?

Well, this Friday 17 October happens to be the UN International Day for Eradication of Poverty. On this day, Children from the toughest places in the world are given a voice. It is a day for them to be heard –loud and clear. In Kenya, Turkana is one of the toughest places to be a child. Of all the 47 counties we have, Turkana is the poorest of them all. :( It is quite sad to learn that the death rate for infants in Turkana is 3 out of every 50. Also, only 54% of children in Turkana are fully immunized (those aged 0 – 5 years).

The most prevalent health problem for children in Turkana is malnutrition. Meaning that their bodies do not have the proper amount of nutrients that are needed to help them function well and remain in good health.

And it doesn’t end there, for being a mother in Turkana is equally difficult.

The maternal mortality ratio is 1,500 deaths for every 100,000 live births, which is three times the national average. :( Now, because of my writing about mothers and children here on my blog, as well as my work as a health journalist in the newspapers, I received an invitation from the NGO Save the Children to accompany them to Turkana during the UN International Day for Eradication of Poverty, where the focus is on the children in difficult areas.

This will be an opportunity for me to witness first-hand the situation of mothers and children in Turkana. And I’ll share that information with you here.

Meanwhile, here is a little video that talks about the need for children to have superheroe’s –with you being the first superhero. Be that role model to every child you engage with.

Motherhood Notes from a Kenyan Mom in the Diaspora: Lema’s Maiden Bus Ride

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Nabubwaya Chambers is a Kenyan mom raising her family in the US. She shares some of her motherhood experiences with us. This week, she talks about Lema’s first bus trip, and the excitement that was. Lema is now 11 months old.

Lema’s first trip on a bus was nothing short of exhilarating. His dad and I took him for a walk on a warm, Saturday afternoon in his carrier. As soon as we left the house, he was kicking and raising his arms in the air to signal his approval and excitement of the impending trip.

Because Lema totally loves to be carried in his baby carrier, we must ensure that we are physically fit in order to be able to carry him this way. It doesn’t get easier because 1) we are getting older and 2) he is getting heavier by the day.

We have a bus stop that is about 10 minutes away from our home. Thank God it is not too far away because by the time we were leaving the sun was scorching and the heat getting stronger. Our Lema though was well prepared for the sun, evidenced by his clad in a baseball cap, sunscreen and had appropriate clothing on. Though this didn’t really matter to him anyway as all he cared for was his first trip in the bus.

After a few minutes of waiting for the scheduled bus, we finally got in. Lema was so excited that he started kicking his feet in the air again. We identified seats at the back and sat. As we settled, I noticed Lema immediately casting his eyes around and looking around as far as he could. With a smile on his face, he began engaging us in conversation. This is how it went:

Baba & Mama Lema: Hey buddy, so what do you think about your first bus ride to the mall?

Lema: Aaa aaaaa, tho tho tho tho tho mmmm. Yayaya!

Baba & Mama Lema: Yes! We bet it is so exciting! We remember our first bus rides too. They were so full of adventure. We never wanted to get off the bus. Is it the same for you?

Lema: Tho tho tho aaaaaa! Aaaaaa!

Meanwhile, he is pointing outside the window with a grin on his face.

Baba & Mama Lema: We can see lots of cars out there but no people walking. It seems Lema is getting tired all of a sudden. Is it nap time, baby?

Lema: Tho tho tho tho!

Lema then proceeded to happily take a nap while resting his head on Baba’s chest. I guess the entire walk to the bus and lots of excitement in the bus wore our baby out.

Thankfully, he got his nap and we were happy parents. We proceeded to take a few photos and carry on our conversation while he napped.

The bus arrived at its destination after a few minutes and we got off and walked into the mall. We figured it would be a good opportunity to get some walking exercise in and for Lema to get a well deserved nap too. The afternoon couldn’t go any better with a well rested baby.:) *Read more of Nabubwaya’s motherhood experiences here.

The 4 Year-Old Girl with Traumatic Gynaecological Fistula in Kisii

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I recently traveled to Kisii county to cover a free fistula medical camp. The camp was at the Kisii Level 5 Hospital, and the women were receiving free surgery courtesy of the Freedom From Fistula Foundation and the Flying Doctor’s Society of Africa.

As I interviewed the patients, one of the most outstanding cases was that of a little four year-old girl. She wasn’t even a woman. Just a girl.

The little girl had presented with a traumatic gynaecological fistula. She had both vesico-vaginal fistula (VVF) and recto-vaginal fistula (RVF), meaning that she leaked both urine and faeces. She received these injuries following a sexual assault incident in her Kisii hometown after being defiled by a 16-year-old boy — a neighbour well known to her.

During the brutal attack, both her vagina and rectum were ripped apart causing extensive damage to her genital perineum areas.

Her mother, 20-year-old Mary Kwamboka (not her real name) narrates the events surrounding her daughter’s defilement.

“On that day, I left the house at about 4pm and headed to the local market to sell vegetables. I left my daughter playing in the compound with three other children, the eldest being seven years old. My mother, who was undertaking chores in the house, would keep guard over them as was the norm,” she remembers.

A short while later, Kwamboka’s mother would step out to the farm to pick vegetables to include in the family’s evening meal. She was out for only 20 minutes but when she returned, she noticed one of the children was missing. She alerted her neighbours and the search for the four-year-old girl began.

When Kwamboka returned from the market two hours later, she was devastated to hear the news of her missing daughter. She joined in the search, which unfortunately had to be put on hold when pitch darkness set in.

“The following morning at 6am, my cousin, on her way to school, alerted me of a faint cry emanating from a tea plantation near our home. We hurriedly followed the cry and when we got there, what I saw made me weak in the knees. I saw the naked body of a little girl with blood oozing from her face, neck and private parts. She was crying, her face swollen and hardly recognisable. But I knew it was my daughter,” Kwamboka says, struggling to hold back the tears.

Kwamboka, with the assistance of the local chief who happened to be passing by at that very moment, took her daughter to the police station and later to the local district hospital. But due to the extensive injuries suffered, the girl could not be attended to and was instead referred to a higher hospital — the Kisii Level 5 Teaching and Referral Hospital — for further management.

When the girl was able to speak, she recounted details of what happened that evening.

“As the four children were playing, and just after my mother had stepped out to the farm to pick vegetables, our 16-year-old neighbour approached my daughter with a slice of bread. After eating it, he asked her if she wanted another slice and when she said yes, he asked her to accompany him to his house for more bread. Since he is well known to our family, my daughter went with him to his home. There, my daughter says he did not offer her more bread but instead raped her all night long. In the early morning, he carried her to a nearby tea plantation where he dumped her,” narrates a pained Kwamboka.

The rape incident not only left the little girl nursing physical injuries on her face and neck which Kwamboka believes were as a result of slapping, punching and attempted strangulation, but extensive damage to her private parts as well. The previously healthy girl was now unable to control her urine and faeces.

But her treatment would not be straightforward. Because of the extensive damage to her bowels, a fistula repair surgery could not be immediately performed.

According to Dr Stephen Mutiso, one of the fistula repair surgeons attending to her at the hospital, the girl had to first undergo a colostomy due to the severity of the injuries.

“The colostomy will allow part of her intestine to rest and heal first before we attempt any further surgery. We created a new path for her stool to leave the body by making a hole in the abdominal wall which now drains her waste into a pouch,” he said during the camp.

Following the colostomy, the girl will then need to undergo a second surgery — that of repairing the vesico-vaginal fistula and recto-vaginal fistulas.

Once healed, a third surgery to reverse the earlier done colostomy will be done on her. This will be about a month after the fistula repair surgery when the surgical area has sufficiently healed.

In the meantime, Kwamboka cannot help but agonize over the future of her child. Her daughter’s defilement has brought uncontrollable tears and sleepless nights for the form-three school dropout.

“I hope my child will fully recover from all her physical injuries. I also pray that she did not acquire HIV. I pray that she will not be psychologically damaged by this inhumane incident,” she cries.

As her four-year-old daughter lay in a hospital bed next to a 72-year-old fistula patient, her mother cried for the innocence of her little girl.

“She is just a girl, not even a woman. What does she know about life? I cannot understand why someone would do this to a child!”

For now, her only hope lies in the Sexual Offences Act. According to the law, the defilement of a child aged 11 years or less attracts a mandatory sentence of life imprisonment.

“My greatest wish is to see to it that justice has been served to the man who did this to my daughter. If it were up to me, I would wish he were killed immediately but unfortunately, I have to abide by whatever the law dictates,” she says.

*At the time of my interview with her, the alleged perpetrator of the girl had been arrested after the minor positively identified him.

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Rusinga School and the Boy with Dreadlocks: How it Ended

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Have you been following the case of the Kenyan mom who sued Rusinga School for kicking her son out of class because of his dreadlocks?

Well, the ruling was made this week and here is how it went, as reported in The Star.

“A six-year-old boy who sued Rusinga School after he was ordered to cut off dreadlocks has lost his legal battle to keep his long hair.

In a judgment yesterday, High Court judge Mumbi Ngugi dismissed the case on grounds that he failed to convince court that his culture and religious rights had been violated.

Ngugi said it was clear the boy’s mother wanted him to keep dreadlocks for fashion and not religious reasons as she had alleged. She said the mother knew all along, since she enrolled him at the school’s kindergarten in 2010, that dreadlocks are not permitted.

Ngugi said the mother signed the school’s code of conduct agreeing to observe rules and regulations. The judge’s decision means the boy who has missed school since September 7, will have to either cut off his hair to enable him resume school or look for another school that will accommodate his style. The boy’s mother went to court protesting that the schools directive to have her son’s hair chopped off was discriminative.

She told justice Ngugi that her son completed the four-year kindergarten school without complications, but when he reported on September 7 to enroll in the preparatory school he was told he could not be accepted until he cut his hair.

She argued that the boy’s father is Jamaican and the dreadlocks are part of his culture. The mother wanted the school to be compelled to accept the boy back, saying the decision is illegal as it discriminates on gender, religious and cultural grounds.

The school, however, said it is a Christian school and does not accept boys to have dreadlocks. In her ruling, Ngugi said courts have no desire in interfering with the running of institutions, adding that schools must be allowed to govern their pupils.

“The petitioner has not shown this court that the child practices Rastafarian religion, had she proved this, she could have persuaded this court,” she said.”

 So that’s how it ended.

What do you think about the whole issue? Do you think the boy had a valid case? Or do you think the judge was fair in her decision? What do you think of the mother’s decision to pursue this case legally? Would you have done the same thing?

*top image: justice mumbi ngugi

Of Cancer, a Doctor and my Random Thoughts as a Journalist

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Since its cancer awareness month, I am currently working on a cancer article and yesterday, I went to interview a doctor for an expert input.

Now, this doctor was very good in the sense that he did not rush the interview. In my own experience, some doctors always seem to be in a rush to go to I don’t know where. When I have seen them either as patient or a journalist, the clock ticks very loudly in the consultation room and I find myself speaking very quickly, panting and literally running out of breath. Not that they are usually chasing me or anything, but there’s something about that interaction that makes you feel as though you just need to hurry up already.

*sigh*.

Do you have the same experience too?

Anyways, the doctor I interviewed yesterday was different. A very soft-spoken doctor who did not seem to be in a rush to go to I don’t know where. He gave me all the time in the world and I found myself not panting and running out of breath.

As we commenced the interview, and as he began getting into the technical issues of the cancer I am writing about, he told me to relax and not take notes, that he will share the notes he was writing afterwards.

He was explaining his points on a piece of A4 paper and was helping me understand the technical issues in a manner that a layman can understand (I am very much a layman when it comes to medical jargon). The interview lasted about 30 minutes.

And after the interview, he handed me the notes for me to go home and refer to as I worked on my article.

This is how the good doctor’s notes looked like.

Woooii!!

I did take my own notes though. ;) But all in all, I have mad respect for doctors. How can you not? The nature of their work simply requires a brilliant mind, selflessness and  commitment. As a health journalist, I am in continuous awe of their work.

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