Cry of a Diaspora Kenyan who travels 60,000 miles a year seeking justice,
“My name is Gilphine Muchinyi. The journey of my life begun in 1996. This was the year that my husband lost his job. He was working as an engineer with the City Council. My husband was a very hardworking man. Being the fourth born in a family of 9, his determination and perseverance had eventually elevated him to the role of sole breadwinner for the family.
My husband would lose his job as a result of an investigation that was going on at the City Council, where he had been implicated in a fraud scandal. The investigations meant that he would be on half pay. I however, never doubted his innocence and I stood by him. After all, our vows were for good or bad, in sickness and in health! Luckily, I had a job working as a Registered Nurse (RN) at the Nairobi Hospital.
But my earnings were not enough to cover all our family expenditure. We had to pay schools fees for our children; 2 in St. Mary’s and another one in Loreto. My husband also had a son from a previous relationship and I was raisin him. I his mom as well. We were still servicing a loan of Ksh 14 million with a local bank which we had secured to buy and develop a plot at Tasia, and another loan of KS 2 million with the HFCK. The extended family was also relying on us for financial support. I do not have to mention that our sugarcane farming in Mumias was not doing well. In six months, the situation was exacerbated by the fact the City Council froze my husband’s salary.
We had to think of a way to salvage the situation. I had told my cousins in America about our predicament. One of them advised me to try the U.S. she mentioned that with my background in nursing, I could get a job with a good pay and perhaps this could help my family out. In 1997, I bought this idea. But before I did this, my husband and I talked about it, looked at the pros and cons and concluded that giving America a shot was the better option. And so, I migrated to the USA on a student Visa.