Hello everyone. My name is James Njagi, a Kenyan, married with two young daughters aged 15 and 10 years.
My two daughters, Angela (youngest) and Christine.
I need to travel to Dubai UAE for a job opportunity organised by my friend who currently works there. On my part, I need to raise around $ 1800 for an Air Ticket, a Visa, a Passport, a laptop and some extra cash for food, shelter and transport before I start getting a stable income once in Dubai. Because I am anable to raise this amount and consequently this chance will be lost, I am kindly requesting your help with whatever amount you can afford to help me. I will be very happy with and appreciative for your help.
I work as a self employed electrician mostly repairing electrical faults in people's homes in my home area but this job isn't enough to cater for my needs. I can earn $ 10 in a good day, another day $ 5 or less and sometimes I can go for days without any client calling me.
By you contributing for me to get a stable Job in Dubai, not only my life will change for the better but also the life of others in my family who depends on me.
I will also help somebody who solely depends on me for support apart from my wife and two daughters. This is a young girl named Ann Wanjiku aged 24 years today who is now a single mother of a one year old girl. I kindly beg for your time to know why this girl depends on me and why I am obligated to help her.
On 19th, Oct, 2010, three officials from Kianyaga Children Home, situated in Kirinyaga County in Kenya approached me accompanied by a young girl. They informed me they had been looking for me until they traced me through my area Chief and Subchief. The reason they were looking for me was because the girl with them was my sister. She was the last born to my mother but by a different father. I was dumbfounded because no one had ever told me I had a younger sister and all along I had grown up knowing I was the last born. But they did explain how this came to be.
Me and Ann Wanjiku the very first day we met.
Ann Wanjiku was admitted in Kianyaga Children Home in 1994 after being resqued by members of the public from my mother who was mentally sick and was roaming the streets with a baby girl strapped on her back. The baby was naked, starving and very sick. At that time, 1994 I was 10 years old in grade 4 (Std 4) and growing up with an abusive step mother in another location. At that time, I had never seen my mother because before 1984, the year I was born, my mother (Pauline Wanjira) become mentally sick and abandoned me soon after birth in the hospital due to her mental status. She couldn't be followed legally or otherwise to take care of me because of her condition so a relative nursed me until I was two years old. My father ( Peter Mwenda) married again when I was two years old after it became difficult for him to raise us alone together with my elder sister. He married a woman who had four children, two girls and two boys who were all older than both I and my sister. This was the worsening of our suffering because under the care of my stepmother , I was particularly mistreated and life became so distasteful. I grew up a very sad and withdrawn boy thanks to my foster mother who hated me for reasons I could not understand at that time. I was the youngest in that family of six but from an early age I noted I was hated because not a day would pass without a fault being found with me. Being found with a fault meant a beating. Things worsened for me when I proved to be smart in school getting good grades while the rest of my siblings performed very poorly. This increased my step mother's hatred for me. I missed my own mother who I had never known but only heard rumours about her which were not very pleasing to me. I came to learn some years later what happened to my real mother and eventually I was shown her in 1992. I didn't like what I saw. My mother was a mad woman, dirty and roaming the streets and villages day and night. So the romours were true. I cried and hated God and wondered why I was ever born. She couldn't even recognise me neither would I have wanted to get near her. I was very ashamed to have a mother like that and it was made worse by my classmates talking behind my back about my "mad mother". It was embarrassing for me. I didn't get to see my mother again until some years later. She died the following year after I completed my high school in 2004.
All along I never knew that my mother had a given birth to another kid 8 or 9 years later after she abandoned me in hospital in 1984 soon after giving birth to me. This is the girl who was brought to me by the officials. Now that my father and mother were all dead and my elder sister is also of unsound mind though not worse than my mum, I was the only closer relative to this girl fit enough to receive her and be left in my hands when her time to be realised from the Children Home would come. So in 2016 she was officially handed to me.
It was a bigger burden now for me to take her in considering I was struggling to cater for my own family. But again I couldn't reject her considering our mother was dead, my father also ( he died in 2013) and worst of all no one knew who her real father was. My elder sister is unmarried, has three kids, two boys and a girl.
My elder sister's three children, Shalon, Njagi and Brian.
Because of her mental status, I also watch over her kids too to ensure they go to school, feed and cloth. I do try to act as the father figure to her kids so that they do not go astry. Their mother doesnt care whether they attend school or not and many times we have conflicted with her because I do insist they must be in school and offered to pay the fees required for them. Luckly they are all three in public primary school so the fee is not a lot of money so I do pay for them. My fear is they will eventually reach High school and if I won't financially stable they might drop out of school.
Ann is jobless, not married and she recently got a baby girl. I have plans to build her a house beside mine on my piece of land my late father left me and help her start a business so that she can support herself once I get enough money. I also need to install electricity in my own house. I currently use parrafin and sometimes candles for lighting at night, but this is not pretty good especially for the children doing school homework at night.
My house on the piece of land my father left me.
When it was being built last year in November.
My elder sister's house left her by my late father. This is the house we all grew up in.
By getting a job in Dubai I will have enough money to cater for my family and the other dependants. Your one dollar, ten, a hundred or more is all I need to pay an Air Ticket, get a Visa, a Passport, a Laptop and some pocket money to leave for my wife to feed my kids and for me to keep going for sometime in Dubai before I start earning.
As you consider helping me, I sincerely thank you for taking your precious time to read through and also thank you in advance as you for whatever amount you may offer to me. I will be very grateful and I will keep on updating every step I manage to accomplish from acquiring a passport to booking a flight to Dubai from Nairobi.
On my part I will work very hard and diligently once in Dubai offering my best. I strongly believe I still have untapped potential waiting for the best environment. I see this opportunity in Dubai. I will ensure I be the best worker under my bosses and keep in mind if it were not for your help I would not have made it.