“Let me see about supper,” Becky said to Kiplimo and vanished into the kitchen. She was going to make a meal for the two of them. She cooked ugali. In a moment Kiplimo's appetite was aroused by the wonderful smell emanating from the kitchen. Her mother was preparing chicken. She wanted her son to feel the warmth of the reception she was ready to offer in every perspective. She stirred the sauce again giving it one last taste test. She knew he would like it. She poured the pieces in one large bowl and the sauce on top then walked to the living room with a plate of ugali in one hand and the bowl of chicken with sauce on the other. She set the plate on the table in front of him. Kiplimo noticed that they were going to share the meal from the same plate."Let’s have a word of prayer so we can eat’," she said. They closed their eyes bowed their heads and prayed. She then took her place in the table and picking a fork she sliced the ugali into several pieces and invited his son to the f

Whatever the case may be, she was not ready for any. She had come here to make it big in life. And that she had to achieve by whatever means.She crouched down close to Henry to check on him. Blood was oozing heavily from the injured part at high pressure like water in a punctured pipe. A pool of it had already formed on the floor around his head.She stood up and reached for her towel in the wardrobe. She tied it around his head covering the wounded area. She was hoping it was going to help stop the bleeding. She checked his pulse and a renewed hope developed within her as she felt the rhythm of his throbbing heart.She took her phone and texted Nancy, telling her to come home Henry was injured. But she could not wait for her to arrive. Having done what she could do to save his life, only one more thought remained in her mind: to get as far away from the homestead as she could. She didn't know how to face Nancy and explain the series of events that led to Henry lying unconscious a

She didn’t want to do it. But Dennis would cut off her support. She had been completely dependent on his charity. He had been sending money to her mother ever since she came to stay with him. He would also send her away from his house. “Mr. Owen informed me that his offer still stands but if he doesn’t get your feedback by the end of tomorrow he will give it away,” Dennis said casually. Mr. Owen was the white man who wanted to recruit Becky. “You should have just let me know that you were Introducing me into prostitution,” Becky said struggling without success to hold back tears. “How would I have known?” “You knew. You discussed me in details. You told him that I was beautiful and best suited for the job.” “I thought, it was a hotel management job, a beautiful woman like you will make a good waitress in a hotel, a club, or a restaurant.” “Can’t you get any other job for me?” “Without a passport, I can’t.” “How will I do this without a passport?” “Mr. Owen has a way ab

With the knowledge of the injustices that were being perpetrated against them, Becky kept cooperating with her molesters, just as the other girls were doing. She kept paying her debt, faithfully and diligently and sharing the proceeds of her work with her mother and her kids while keeping her painful emotions bottled up within herself. She sought friendship from among the other girls at the place of work, sharing their part of the story. And it was the same thing; confiscated passport, debt and sexual slavery. What broke her heart was the troubling realization of the age of the majority of the colleague girls. She was among the few adults who could be counted as having full responsibility for their actions. But the others were just kids who were being clearly defiled and abused. And the network kept extending and getting deeply rooted and diverse, with the booming sex industry. It got to a point where they were being advertised on the internet. Sometimes pictures of their naked bodi

The case was taken up by Interpol. Mr. Owen was arrested and tried in Belgium. Dennis was not spared. He was deported to Kenya and was arrested at the airport.Becky was taken to the Kenyan embassy in Belgium where she received a queenly receptionKenya had recently enacted a counter-trafficking in persons act. And criminal proceedings were instituted against Dennis so that he became among the first to be found on its wrong side. Becky appeared in court to testify against him. She was not even sure whether she was being fair. The man had come to her aid in her darkest moments; when she thought she had lost it all.But then again he did her wrong by taking advantage of her situation for his own benefit; by selling her to Mr. Owen. It was okay for him to face justice. He pushed Becky into crossing boundaries she never imagined she would cross and pocketed a lot of money in the process.Becky could not wait to go home. The case had been adjourned. It would come up again in three mont