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Tears Of Agony Debt
Becky had served five men by the time her shift came to an end. Two of them had paid fifty Euros while three paid forty.She was supposed to wrap it up by 5:30 am. It was now ten minutes past time. She left the room and mounted up the stairs to the shower rooms. After washing, she then slid back into her red dress and came to the bar. She had to clear with Rosa before proceeding home.Other girls were waiting to be cleared too. She was shown into a seat by a waiter who informed her that she would be served after the African girl in a blue dress. Meanwhile, an energy drink was placed on her table.She took stock of the other girls in the room. They were fifteen of them. Most of them were white. There were four Africans and she was the fifth one. Perhaps she was the oldest among them they all looked so young and innocent.Rosa had moved from her usual seat to the counter. The girls walked up to her in turns and paid their dues just as the other customers paid for their drinks.When
Tears Of Agony Tom
With the knowledge of the injustices that were being perpetrated against them, Becky kept cooperating with her molesters, just as the other girls were doing. She kept paying her debt, faithfully and diligently and sharing the proceeds of her work with her mother and her kids while keeping her painful emotions bottled up within herself. She sought friendship from among the other girls at the place of work, sharing their part of the story. And it was the same thing; confiscated passport, debt and sexual slavery. What broke her heart was the troubling realization of the age of the majority of the colleague girls. She was among the few adults who could be counted as having full responsibility for their actions. But the others were just kids who were being clearly defiled and abused. And the network kept extending and getting deeply rooted and diverse, with the booming sex industry. It got to a point where they were being advertised on the internet. Sometimes pictures of their naked bodi
Tears Of Agony Interview
After the meal, Tom led Becky to a room he had booked. It was just a simple single room with a bed and a couch. Becky sat on the couch while Tom took the bed."I hope you are comfortable."“Yeah, am good.”"You are probably wondering what it is I want to talk to you about. I am an investigative journalist working with CNN," he said fishing out a document and handing it over to Becky to verify that he wasn't lying about his identity. Becky grabbed the document and took a moment to study it. Then she gave it back."We have information concerning what is going on in the place I found you and I am on a fact finding mission to establish the truth."Becky thought about it. She was not sure whether it was safe. She had come to learn that those people in there were bad. They were capable of doing anything to protect their reputation.Tom saw that Becky was hesitant. "Are you afraid of something?""Yeah. If I tell you anything I will risk my life in the process.""I will protect you
Tears Of Agony Back at home
The case was taken up by Interpol. Mr. Owen was arrested and tried in Belgium. Dennis was not spared. He was deported to Kenya and was arrested at the airport.Becky was taken to the Kenyan embassy in Belgium where she received a queenly receptionKenya had recently enacted a counter-trafficking in persons act. And criminal proceedings were instituted against Dennis so that he became among the first to be found on its wrong side. Becky appeared in court to testify against him. She was not even sure whether she was being fair. The man had come to her aid in her darkest moments; when she thought she had lost it all.But then again he did her wrong by taking advantage of her situation for his own benefit; by selling her to Mr. Owen. It was okay for him to face justice. He pushed Becky into crossing boundaries she never imagined she would cross and pocketed a lot of money in the process.Becky could not wait to go home. The case had been adjourned. It would come up again in three mont
Tears Of Agony Business idea
Becky earned a lot from the government job she had landed. Having built a house for her mother with the money she had earned during her stay in Belgium. She now needed to concentrate on educating her two children Claudia and Baraka. But Baraka still had a year or two before he could enroll in a nursery school.She inquired about Kiplimo. Her mother told her that the last time she heard about Kiplimo was when the boy was having a farewell party at her father’s house before joining Moi University for his undergraduate degree course. Becky missed him so much and thought about going to Moi University to look for him. But her schedule was so tight that the little time she got during the weekends was barely enough for his mother and her two kids.One weekend, a woman from the neighborhood came visiting and requested for a loan from Becky. Her name was Zeddy. She needed a thousand shillings. Becky gave her without question and she returned the money within two weeks.A month later she cam
Tears Of Agony Claudia
Becky's daughter blossomed into a beautiful girl. She was such a brilliant kid who filled her heart with more hope. Hope that she would grow up to become somebody in the future. She posted good grades in school. When she got to form four. She used to tell her mother that she wanted to do her undergraduate course overseas. She had always dreamed of going to the US.The mother was troubled by this request. She feared for her daughter. She hated the idea of her daughter going through the same experience she had gone through.She remembered the other girls she had met in Belgium lured into sex trafficking by the promise of a quality education abroad. Her daughter could end up being another victim.But was she not now an ambassador in the campaign against sex trafficking? Did she not have links all over the world? Had her story not spread all over the world making her a celebrity?Her name itself would protect her daughter. She needed to suppress her fear. Her daughter would be well. S
Tears Of Agony Enough is enough
Becky strode gracefully along the narrow path. A twenty-litre barrel of water lay on her back held steadily in place by a robe wound around it and looped about her head. Her upper body slightly leaned forward and her eyes were glued to the path on which she trod. She raised her head a little to have a good view of the way ahead and her eyes caught a glimpse of Pabonya her husband’s venerable paternal uncle who was leaning against the fence his arms folded across his chest and his keen eyes gazing at her. She noticed a weird smirk in his austere façade and her heart sunk in a sickening plunge. There was a marked difference in the way the uncle had been treating her. And it sucked. Her every meeting with him lately had been as discomforting as a bedbug bite on a sensitive skin.“Why don’t you listen?” He started coldly and so suddenly that Becky gasped despite having anticipated this, “Hmm! How many times do I have to remind you that at no time should you be dressed in such atrocious c
Tears Of Agony What is Going on?
Pabonya retraced his steps to his house. He was bitter than he had come; partially suffocated by anger. He no longer walked with an air of superiority. The feeling of self importance in him was gone. He had failed to achieve the purpose of his visit to Becky’s house. He had failed to demonstrate the power of an elder whose utterances became the unquestionable law. He could not even intimidate Becky. It was incredible how she had treated him to a reception of condescendence and disparagement.For several years of his existence, he had never come across a woman, born or married to the clan trying to challenge the elders’ endeavors to guide and direct the younger generation.But here was Becky who seemed to have taken him as her equal and managed to instill a little feeling of inferiority within him. He soon got back home, his breakfast was ready. His wife, Tabutany, had set a table for him. But he was in no mood for food. He sat down and was soon lost in his thoughts.What was it
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