I was born in Moranga 16 june 1989 where my grandmother lives. I have two sisters. Jacqueline is younger, 19 years. One is older but I don't remember her name. My older brother Charles is dead. Killed. He was 4 years older. My father was beating my mother and she ran away with me and the others. I was a baby. To Kiambu. My father died from cancer when I was 14 years. My uncle told me that. My mother has 2 sisters and my father has 3 sisters and 2 brothers. I visit grandmother two times a year. I'm very happy when I see everyone. My mother first come to the police station in Kiambu and we stay in police station one week and then we get a place to stay but no food. Charles go on the streets to look for food. My mother and my sisters waited for food from Charles. Charles go for glu. I also go on the streets to find food. I also go for glu and then for marijuana. Sister Betty came to see me when I was 8 years. I went my own way and Charles went his own way. We begged in the market.

Me and my friend Vincent
I meet my friend Vincent in the market. He was also looking for food. We share everything we get. We are friends. We are suffering together and sharing talks together and sleeping on the streets together. We also dance to win something. One day I win and one day Vincent win. We win a T-shirt, ceps and colgate.

Drugs, glu and alcohol
I was one month in Nairobi and I start taking drugs. Big groups. 25 people. We make fire in the night to be warm. In the night it's cold. I smoke marijuana and I drink beer. Some woman make alcohol. Not tasting good but you get high and drunk. I drink 2 bottles and I loose my mind and I cannot walk. You have no hunger. My body is weak. No energy. I think I am moving but I don't move. Very dangerous drug. Someone tell me you can only take this drug for one year and then your stomach is like a knot and you die. So I stopped that drug. I also stopped the glu. It's bad for our lungs. When I'm drinking I go like a crazy and the police get me.

Survival
Everyone go for his own business. I share food but not money. Only with Vincent I share money. If someone tell you to join you join. I remember the first mobil. It was a Nokia A3310. I sold for 1500 shilling. I buy alcohol and food and shoes, T-shirt and trousers. I steal 4 mobiles. I also steal milk and bread. For 4 months I was cleaning matatus. You get 100 shilling for one matatu. You can make 3 or 4 in one day. This money is strict for clothes and shoes. Stealing money is for drugs and alcohol. I also work with parking in Nairobi. You get 50 shilling for the parked car and you get 100 or 150 shilling to watch one car. You can watch maybe 5 or 6 cars in one day.
I ask about the scars he has on his body. - I fight many battle and I get hit with wood sticks and other things. One day a gang killed one in our gang. A lot of fights on the street. In the morning I smoke cigarette and in the afternoon I drink. Vincent took cigarette in the afternoon and drinking in the evening. When I was 8 and 9 and 10 and 11 and 12 I only steel food. When I was 12 and up I was taking drugs and tablets. Wow! I was sleeping all day.

The police and their dogs
One day the police come with 5 dogs. They attack me and bite me very bad. I kick the dogs and I fight the dogs but they bite very bad. Marijuana make you stealing and loving. When I come to police station I say different name. When you come there they tell you to empty your pockets. Take off one shoe and the belt and the T-shirt. They count four times. In the morning, in the midday, in the evening and midnight. They call you out and you stand and they call your name and you answer and you go back to cell.

My mother
I was helping when my mother died with the funeral. She was 44 years. I was 14. My mother feel malaria and need to be in hospital. Maybe it was tuberculoses. My mother was drinking cheap alcohol and she was cleaning other people clothes. Charles helped to pay the rent. I had a book with the photo of my mother and I go around and ask Please help us with the funeral. I love my mother very much. People help us. Now Charles and I give food to our sisters. After my mother die the police is violence and I go to cell many times.

Prison
One day I was sent to prison in Mombasa. It was a very bad time. When you come they beat you very much. You cultivate the land and they beat you. It's all the time fighting. When you eat they make problem. In the evening they close the door and the fight. We are 200 sleeping in one room. One guy want to fight. I say no. I want to be in peace. He fight me and I fight back. He was bleeding from his nose. He ran to his friends and a gang come. But I have others from Kiambu and they come for the fight. That saved me. If you don't have a gang you suffer a lot. Sexual abuse is like a gang ceremony. They put 4 beds together and hang the blanket around and then they abuse. Or they take into the toilet. The ones they take are very hurt. They forgot me when my two years in prison was finished. They forgot me and I must stay 3 more months. I wanted to kill myself. You are not a human being in the prison. You survive. Only survive. When I was in prison my brother Charles was killed by the mob. I didn't know. The police say that. Don't tell. When I come out Kajsa and my friend Vincent told me. I was very sad. I miss my brother.