Our first venture into the Kwa Njenga (pronounced: Qua n jenga) slum, where we plan to begin the ministry, allowed Maggie and two women from her Kenyan church to encourage a 15 year old, who has been selling herself. After trudging up and over piles of large rocks and mud slung against the side of the water filled road for at least 40 minutes into the slum, we met the girl’s mother who took us into her tiny metal home. It was pitch dark, except for a tiny handmade kerosene lamp made out of a light bulb that eventually made the 10’ by 12’ home light enough to see each other.
We sat on water jugs in the tiny shack as God used our team to lift up her daughter, who has been taking drugs and selling her body because her parents can no longer afford the entrance and uniform fees (about $250 to $550) to send her to school. Her mom is HIV positive. The young girl had lost hope, but felt lighter and encouraged after we prayed and talked to her. She said she doesn’t want to sell herself any more.
In Kwa Njenga, sewage and rain water mix into trenches dug along the road and then spills into the muddy streets themselves. There rarely is money to pay $0.08 to $0.12 cents to use one of the distant public toilets. Out of their meager incomes, as little as $1 a day, people are forced to buy water and a small amount of rice. Many go hungry for days or weeks at a time.
Below are some photos of the Kwa Njenga slum.