For years, Tabitha lived with the condition not knowing who to share with her sufferings. As she aged it continued to worsen. One day she decided to confide in her daughter and her daughter in law of her condition. They were very supportive of her and sort to get her treatment. It was during their quest to get their mother treatment that they heard of Makueni Fistula camp for women leaking urine and stool. They went to their mother and brought her to Makueni Mother & Child Hospital.

On discharged sitting between her daughters, she is very happy that she is not leaking anymore and she laughs as she is being explained the exercise that she has to do to strengthen her muscles. She looks over to her daughter and tells her to keep reminding her of the same. She says “it was not too late for her; she has control of her urine and stool until the toilet”

In the late 2018, she was diagnosed with cysts, and the doctors recommended that she goes for surgery for the removal of the cysts. To her, the surgery was supposed to be a simple process. After the surgery, she noticed she started leaking urine. She went to sort treatment at Kabete Gardens in February 2019 and after repair was done it was still not successful. While still at the hospital, she kept talking to her children on phone who gave her strength to carry on. She was discharged and went home, with a fresh wound, being weak and having a 3 year old child carrying out simple house chores was an uphill task for her. It was not long before the husband burnt a few of her good clothes and chased her out of her matrimonial home. With no money, she sought the support of the brother in law who gave her fare to go to her sister’s place. While still at her sister’s place she heard of the fistula camp at Makueni her sister encouraged her to come and try her luck once more. She sits at the hospital bed with faith that all will be well. She will is consoled daily by the voice of her children and prays that she will stop leaking and be reunited with her family.

As the norm of the school for every girl discovered to be pregnant, suspension was imminent. She sort for guidance from her mother on the pregnancy and so she felt what she believed to have been labour pains but did not bother about it. She stayed home and the labour continued and lasted 7 days. While at home, she felt the urge and the pressure of the baby coming out and with all her strength she pushed the baby out delivering at home. The joy of looking at her baby boy overwhelmed her so much that she did not notice that she was damaged. Nobody had cautioned her on what to expect after delivery of her baby.

After a few days, she noticed that she could not control the gas that came through her birth canal. Being a teen mother, she decided to consult her mother and other elder women within her family for advice on what that could have been. Everyone gave her the same answer that it was a normal occurrence after birth; that the reason was that during the birth of her child, cold air must have entered her body through the birth canal and that, was the air coming out. She took their word as truth, after all, these women had been in that journey long before her, they therefore, knew better so she thought.

After several months, she vowed to herself that it was a matter of time and everything would go back to normal. Her urge to continue with her education led her to the decision to leave her child with her mother and go back to school to finish secondary school education. It was then, that she noticed that  all was not well, even after washing  herself, she noticed her under pant was not clean; stool was passing without her being able to control. Her body started having a stench and this lead her to lose her friends. She was eager and determined to get better. She sought for treatment from different clinics and all she was given was medicine that was meant to clear the smell. The medicine however didn’t help; she finally resorted to keeping to herself, finish her education.

After completing secondary school in 2014, she resulted to staying at home assisting in household and farming activities to avoid public interaction. She lost appetite of consuming food, with the mind-set that eating made the situation worse. During gatherings where it was mandatory for her to attend, she would attend but refrain from eating in order to remain clean. It was not until; the year 2019 that she saw an advertisement on Television for a fistula camp and recognized that the condition explained on the advertisement was what she was suffering from. She called the numbers provided but being miles away and with no job or income she could not afford to attend. She explained her predicament on phone and when she was told she will be facilitated with transport to attend the Nyeri Fistula Camp nothing could hold her.

Jennifer believes her life has been given back to her. Looking back at her child Daniel, now 8 years old, she is looking forward to normalcy to her life with no shame. She parts by saying “I thank Safaricom and The Flying Doctors Society for helping me, May God Bless you and may you continue doing the good work”

“All was however not well, I noticed stool coming out and I could not even control gas. It came out with a loud noise especially when I sat for a long period and the worst was there was nothing I could do” She exclaims as she joyously smiles to her other baby who is almost 8 months.

Margaret, in addition to being a farmer in her village in Mweiga, she was an active member of the community. She was involved in church activities, her children school activities and different ‘chamas’ meetings. For her, meetings were a must to attend to contribute to the society. She however, did not let her condition affect her way of living and interactions. She told her husband Simon what she was going through and he understood. Margaret later got three other children in hospital, but her condition was not fixed.

A year went by and 2 more thereafter she resorted to living with the condition not knowing whether she would ever get help. She however found comfort in the support her husband provided and devised a mechanism for coping with her condition. She narrates that over time, she realized that to minimize stool she’d have to eat minimal. For the gas she practiced for a while but figured out that the gas builds up when she sits for long. She decided that when she attends any form of meeting she will only sit for a minimum 15 minutes and stand up to let the air out without noise and that is how she managed to live with Fistula for 15 years.

In 2019, when she saw an advertisement of a fistula camp on television, she told the husband that she would like to seek treatment. Her husband agreed and brought her to the hospital. She was screened and told to go home and wait for a call on when she would attend the hospital for treatment. Margaret says she had faith that she would be treated, she acknowledges that the God she serves was greater than her problems. So accompanied by the husband, they went home but on waking up on Sunday morning, they received a call from the hospital to come for admission on the same day.  She went back and got admitted.  She received free surgery on Monday, 28^th February, 2019. “I am so happy I have been fixed. I want to thank Safaricom and you Flying Doctors for making me well. May God bless you, and to any woman who is suffering I would like to tell you that treatment is there do not hide, come and get treated” She exclaims and continues “I will be an ambassador, if I hear of any woman with fistula now I know where to send them”

When the doctors examined her, they said she would get better with time but 10 years later she was still leaking urine uncontrollably. Her once jovial life turned into sorrow and sadness. She could not fit in the society due to the awful smell of urine, she felt hopeless.

Nduku kept this to herself and never sought any form of help. She did not know where to go or who to tell. Her family abandoned her due to her condition making her even more desperate. When she finally heard about the fistula advert on her local radio station, she decided to give herself a chance and seek help. She came to the hospital expectantly and was admitted. She was diagnosed with a ureteric fistula which happened to be the most difficult case to repair taking the surgeon 5 hours.

Nduku is now well and recovering and feels happy that she got a solution to her problem. Nduku is thankful to the partners for helping her. She confesses that she had made up her mind to live like that till her death. A once hopeless Nduku is now full of hope.

Being a naive uneducated girl, Mary did not understand what was happening to her and thought it was a normal thing after delivery. She later gave birth to five more children but nobody ever told her that she could get help. Living in isolation, she feared travelling or staying with people for fear of messing. Whenever she had to move around, she fasted to prevent stool from coming out. Her husband did not leave her but he married another wife claiming that Mary was dirty.

Mary tried seeking help from the local health centers but they turned her down and referred her to Nairobi which she could never afford. When a health worker from her region told her about the Kitui camp, she was sure that her chance to finally get help had come. Through FDSA who facilitated her travel, Mary was repaired and she is now healed and very happy. “I feel new again, it’s been many years of suffering but finally I got help, I will only pray that God will bless you abundantly for your good work”

I could no longer control stool. When I told the nurses, they told me to wait until the wound healed then I would get better. However this did not happen, I continued leaking stool. My mother did not want to hear about my agony. At the hospital I was told that it would cost 40,000 (forty thousand) for the operation, which at the time my family could not afford we barely met our needs. I lied that I was healed so that I could resume my studies. I would use cotton wool and pads while in school so that I could not mess. Other than school, I avoided travelling as much as I could so. I was lonely and hopeless but I was hopeful that I would finish my school, get employment and be able to pay for the bill for my repair.

When I heard of a camp in Kisii, I told my mother about it but she did not take it lightly. She scolded me why I had lied that I was healed and refused to facilitate my travel to Kisii. “Continue staying the way you have been staying” those were her words. I felt very disappointed and decided to just keep to myself.

I heard of Kitui Fistula camp, and this time round I was determined to get help, I knew this was my chance to get healed. I called Flying Doctors Society and they facilitated my transport. The memory I relived when

Now am healed. I am the happiest person on earth. I feel like shouting to everyone that am now fine. I really thank everyone who facilitated me to get healed. Am now born again and more determined. I will finish my college and help people who are suffering like me. Thank you very much. God bless you.

Not knowing who to share her worry with, Mercy kept it to herself. When her husband started noticing the bad smell and the uncontrollable flatus, Mercy got worried. His husband became abusive and would embarrass her in front of visitors calling her names. Physical fights set in and Mercy was only confined to her house since the husband warned her about leaving the house to go to work. He said she was an embarrassment since she could not control her gas and stool.

Mercy, who was then a hair dresser, now remained confined and would not make a cent. Whenever she was found not in the house, it called for physical abuse. When things got worse, he threatened to kill her “I will do anything just to get rid of you” he would occasionally say. Fearing for her life and that of her children, Mercy fled to her brother’s house since her parents were very poor and could not take her in with her three children. She began a new life in the new environment. She was well received but within a month, she felt the need to start working to support her brother in feeding the huge family. She started braiding neighbors but due to the bad smell and the gas, she would have to fast all day so as to be able to work without embarrassment.

“I never went to church, I was always afraid of farting and of stool, I remained in the house and prayed to my God that he would heal me. I didn’t know where to seek help.  I felt an outcast but I had to live for my kids. My husband has never checked on us for 5 years now, not even to ask about his children”. When she saw the advert on TV, Mercy knew that this was her only chance to get healed. God had heard her prayers. She called the number displayed on the screen and she got fare to travel to Kitui. ‘Now am healed, I will go and give thanks to God for healing me; I can now dance and sing to the Lord in church. I will work hard to set up my own salon in Eldoret town. My son is now in class seven and I have to take him to secondary in a year’s time. Am very happy and May God bless you for the good work you’re doing to save us.’