Decent house has been my longest dream. I have become a laughing stock in our village because of the worst condition of my house. It is small, mud walled and grass-thatched. It leaks whenever it heavily rain. Just the other day, a whirlwind brought down the rooftop. It is painful and undignifying, sleeping with my one-year son in the same house. I am sometimes forced to borough sleep to my father-in-law when it is chilly, drizzling or raining. With the transfers, I am planning to save with a local SACCO, that will help me secure a loan of 100000KES to realize my wish of building a decent house.

With the many problems I have gone through, Sunday makes me happy. I get the opportunity to attend church service. The hymns I sing in church, the prayer, petition and thanks-giving I do makes me happy.

I miscarried in my first pregnancy, a year after getting into marriage. I was later diagnosed with fibroids, something that killed the hopes of bearing a child. I was advised by the doctors not to carry pregnancy for at least two years. However, my husband did not understand me, he drastically changed. He even threatened to divorce me if I will not carry pregnant to term. In fear, I became pregnant before the doctors' due time. The problems I faced in between gravidity is an ordeal I will live to tell in my lifetime. I used to heavily menstruate once I do a tough job. Upon visiting the nearest hospital, I was neglected by the nurses who accused me of arrogance. It's after 2 hours of nagging that made the nurses offer a helping hand Fast forward to the delivery time, labour started at night, the distance from home to hospital was long. There were no means of transport. In the mercies of cyclist, I was taken to hospital only to be told that my situation is worse and so I should be booked for cesarian in the County hospital. An ambulance had to be called to carry me there. I finally delivered midway while in the ambulance. The pain I went through is what will ever count as my biggest problem ever.