A New Dawn…

Posted: October 14, 2010 in Uncategorized
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Being 27 years with no place to sleep, no clothes to change, no food to eat isn’t an easy thing. For Joseph Jamango this fact has been disturbing him so much. Sometimes he desires to speak with beautiful ladies but his stench moves them away. The fact that he can’t write well, read properly and speak good English traumatized him more.


Joseph Jamango

He regrets the day when he started taking drugs, but he can’t blame himself so much since he has never known any parents to bring him up properly. The closer that he got to know his mother was through a certain picture which his grandmother used to show him. According to her, his parents passed away when he was still a toddler.  His caring grandmother passed away when he was 5 and an uncle took him over. At a very tender age, he introduced him to drugs, they could smoke marijuana and abuse other hard drugs together.


Joseph sitting together with his mentor

His schooling had  ups and down, having joined the school at an old. And the idea of being admitted to a Juvenile correction School wasn’t comfortable with him. At 20yrs old, he was still in class 3 and this proved to be difficult to intermingle together with some other classmates. The other kids could mock him while some teachers could laugh at him as well. His performance wasn’t good and that’s why he decided to drop out.

After dropping from school, his uncle told him that the only way that he could survive was by making money through peddling business. Each day he would sell marijuana, inhalant and some other hard drugs to different people. He risked his life several times, running away from the policemen so that he would get money which in turn they would use to pay their rent and buy food. His main customers were homeless street boys.

Two years ago, he started attending FIKISHA rehabilitation programs, but he didn’t want to stay for so long, because he feared that if he stay longer then he would quit drugs. He could appear and disappear in a flashlight once his business was conducted. On few occasions he could sit longer to listen to what was being shared at FIKISHA but he admits that the pressure to quit drugs was so high. His only fear was that if he quitted selling drugs then his uncle would kick him out.  “I didn’t want to end up on the street because I have no place to sleep.”

Later own after six months he was surprised to learn that his uncle had committed suicide. He didn’t know what to do. The same day one of the people who were distributing drugs to him was shot dead by the police. He got more afraid that something bad might  happen to him.

The next day when he attended FIKISHA he was so attentive and observant, and when it was time for prayers, he desperately asked GOD to save his life. Immediately after the program he took some marijuana, inhaled some glue and injected himself with some drugs. He headed to town with the purpose of fleeing so far away from Kawangware slums. But when he was crossing the road, a car hit him. The next thing that he remembers is finding himself back at the slum. That same night, he pleaded with neighbors and friends  to let lend him a  place to sleep but none dared. “No one trusted me, they thought that I was a thug” He says. That was his first time to join his customers in the cold and sleeps with them. Days later he became active in FIKISHA programs, and it’s now 3 months since he quit selling and taking drugs.

“FIKISHA has made me to trust in God and believe that something good is going to happen in my life” He continues.

Joseph Jamango hasn’t tried any other business, but right now he’s ready to try his luck on what he knows best, exposing his talents in necklace and bead making. He wants to raise a family one day but he jokes that Nairobi ladies cant accepts him when he’s dirty and doesn’t know how to speak good English.

He however concluded by saying “It’s better to sleep in the streets than make money from selling drugs.”


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