WHAT WOMEN GO THROUGH PART TWO

Part Two: The Silent Storm – A Cry from the Shadows

Behind every woman’s smile, there’s a story. And this beautiful soul’s story is wrapped in silent tears, pain, and endurance only a mother can carry. She has five little ones innocent hearts who depend on her strength. But even the strongest women break too, in silence, when no one is watching.

Her home is not a haven. It’s a battleground. She stays in the marriage not because of love, but because she has no choice. The man she calls husband is lost perhaps to depression, perhaps to hopelessness. Once educated and working in the hotel industry, life hit him hard. Now jobless, burdened, and bitter, he has become the very storm she cannot escape. He beats her, blames her for everything, and cruelly reminds the first three children that they are not his. A home that should nurture has become a place of fear.

Even school, a supposed safe haven, is a struggle. Despite being a government institution, they still require Ksh. 2000 per child. The children are sent home constantly, their uniforms torn, their shoes worn out, their tiny bodies often shivering in the cold, especially now during the rainy season. They eat porridge most of the time no vegetables, no fruits, no proteins. Malnutrition is silently stealing their childhood. And when the rain pours, cooking with firewood outside becomes impossible. But hunger doesn't wait for the sun.

One of the darkest moments came just recently, during her pregnancy. She never had proper meals. She worked in farms and did house chores until her last day. No prenatal check-ups. No clinic. Just survival. Then, one night past midnight she felt what she thought was false labour. But it wasn’t. Her water broke. The pain intensified. In panic, she sent her daughter to a neighbour. They walked for kilometers in the cold, only to be turned away the woman was just in training, unqualified to help.

And so, with no one else, no doctor, no midwife, no husband she walked back home, the baby’s head already pushing through. She gathered her last ounce of courage. Her children stood in fear, confused, watching their mother fall into the storm alone. She asked for bedsheets, lesos, a pillow… and scissors. Then she gave birth. Alone.

Yes. She delivered her baby. Alone.

But the trauma didn’t end there. She had no clothes for the newborn. No warm food. No recovery. No rest. Just pain in her body and now a leg injury that needs urgent medical attention. Still, she’s back to cooking, cleaning, mothering… just days after delivery.

Dear friends, I have been doing all I can to support her but I cannot do this alone. She needs more than food and clothes. She needs healing. This family needs mental health support. Those children need a chance. That woman needs to know she is not forgotten.

And beyond charity this woman longs to rebuild her dignity. She’s willing to work, if only given a little support to start. She’s good at selling fish, and also knows how to make and sell mandazi. With just a small capital, she can begin earning something daily to feed and clothe her children and regain some control over her life. Sometimes the greatest help isn’t just giving but empowering.

If you’re reading this and your heart is moved please, don’t scroll past. You can help. In any small way.

✨ Maybe you have baby clothes, or clothes for the mother and the other children.

✨ Maybe you can sponsor a child’s school fees.

✨ Maybe you can send food, or help with medical care.

✨ Or maybe you can help her start a small business and earn her way out of this suffering.

Whatever you do, please do something.

Women we are each other’s strength. Today it is her, tomorrow it could be someone close to you. Many suffer silently because society teaches us to hide our bruises behind smiles.

Let’s help this beautiful soul. Let’s be her village. Let’s give her hope not just to survive, but to thrive. If you’d like to support, kindly leave a comment or inbox me. No gesture is ever too small when it comes from the heart. 💔💫