A Question of Life or Death - Human Rights Watch
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outside. He wanted me to stay inside. My sister [who was healthy] was<br />
not beaten; she stayed inside and w<strong>or</strong>ked as domestic. My uncle <strong>of</strong>ten<br />
beat me on the back, with belts <strong>or</strong> other objects he could find. He<br />
would do it every couple <strong>of</strong> days. I ran away. But the uncle found me<br />
and brought me back. He would beat me then, too. He saw me as a<br />
burden after my parents passed away. He told me that I should have<br />
died instead <strong>of</strong> my parents.… Once I ran away to Karen [a Nairobi<br />
suburb], f<strong>or</strong> a few days. I stayed in the street and in the f<strong>or</strong>est,<br />
begging. I was alone there. Another time I ran away to Buru Buru [a<br />
Nairobi suburb] where I met other street children who faced similar<br />
problems as me. I stayed there f<strong>or</strong> six months. I found a good<br />
samaritan who allowed me to sleep in his kiosk. He was also giving me<br />
tea. Finally, the man sent me and the other three children to a<br />
children’s home in Buru Buru. I stayed there f<strong>or</strong> six months. The other<br />
three children were picked up by their mother. Then I ran away from<br />
the children’s center. A gentleman brought me to the police station in<br />
Kilimani where I was detained in a container f<strong>or</strong> about one week. 128<br />
At the time <strong>of</strong> the interview, James was staying in a small shelter in Kibera and<br />
getting antiretroviral drugs and other medical care through a community project.<br />
Frederic, a 13-year-old <strong>or</strong>phan in Kibera, said he was scared that he might lose the<br />
only caregiver he has left, even though his home situation was far from the caring<br />
environment a child needs:<br />
I live with my uncle. My mom died in 2000 and my dad in 2003. I don’t<br />
know why they died, my uncle doesn’t talk about it.… My uncle’s wife<br />
ran away when he got sick. He has s<strong>or</strong>es all over his body. It’s just the<br />
two <strong>of</strong> us…. Always I go to bed hungry. I do all the w<strong>or</strong>k in the house—I<br />
get water, cook, wash clothes and dishes—but there’s never enough<br />
food <strong>or</strong> even money to buy water. My uncle doesn’t let me play even<br />
when the w<strong>or</strong>k is done. If he sees me playing, he beats me. I don’t<br />
128 <strong>Human</strong> <strong>Rights</strong> <strong>Watch</strong> interview with James, age 14, St. Vincent Rescue Home, Kibera slum, Nairobi, August 10, 2007.<br />
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