Copying With Sexual Violence In Kenyan Slums

“The sex work business was never easy because men and police harassed me.”

“ I grew up in the streets of Nairobi after we could not afford rent in our Mathare slum house. My father left us when I was young. My mother was hooked on drugs for us and my brother or me. She introduced me to drugs at a young age and forced me to go and beg in the streets. I was too young to understand the risks of using drugs.
My mother had multiple men who slept with her for food, drugs, and money. She treated me as her bait to get anything she wanted when she was sick or drunk. So I was introduced to some of her men to earn money in exchange for sex. 
As the days went by, I was addicted to drugs like my mother. Then, one day I was gang-raped by street boys while drunk. The feeling of shame overwhelmed me, but I could not do anything but be silent because of their insults.
When I reached eleven years old, my mother became insane and started acting like a mad person. My brother was hit by a car in the city and died. The street families began insulting my mother, and I was always embarrassed whenever I saw her. I decided to go and create a new Life. I met my street friend Stellar who introduced me to her job. She was a sex worker and a pickpocketer.
She introduced me to her clients, and we shared the amount I was paid. Stellar taught me about using contraceptives not getting pregnant when I started my periods. I started earning money to cater to my basic needs. 
The sex work business was never easy because men and police harassed me. One day while at work, I met a very social client. I loved the way we interacted and exchanged contacts.
He insisted that I meet him at a private place the next day, and I accepted. When he came to our meeting point, I  started feeling uncomfortable, but he assured me everything was alright. A few minutes later, two huge men appeared and blindfolded me. They threatened me not to scream or else they will kill me. I was afraid of them, so I did as they told me.
I was taken into a room and locked inside. They told me that I would be recorded having sex with different men, and if I resisted, they would kill me. I was locked inside the room for two months, and other men could come every day. They did not even check if I had any infections. After a few weeks, I started feeling different. Finally, they noticed and confirmed that I was pregnant. One of them proposed that I aborted the baby and brought me some pills. A few hours after taking them, I started bleeding heavily, and they started arguing.
I was taken to the hospital and left there. After a lot of confusion, a doctor approached me, and I told him everything. I was treated and admitted to the hospital. Unfortunately, my baby died, and I was infected with HIV. I also had infections of STDs.
I feel like I am a dead person. My whole life, I have been living like a forbidden person. I am under medication, and investigations are still going on. At night I usually have nightmares and stress. I am not sure if I will live to see another day every time I close my eyes.”