My name is Teresa Nairo. I am originally from a place called Kajiado in Masai-land. I’m not sure how old I am, because as a Masai we don’t count years, but I think that I am a hundred at least!
I still remember the tribal wars that used to take place. I remember us Masai’s fighting the Kamba people very well. Because the Kamba would steal our cattle, we would attack them! I never felt frightened. Because we were so many people, and we had many fighters. We felt strong and victorious! When we won, we beat them thoroughly. And when we took our cattle back, we made sure we took extra ones for compensation! Haha!
I came to Nairobi in 1954. I came originally with my husband, but he went back to Masai-land and died. After his death, the community, especially his family, deprived me of everything. They rejected my child. They even took away my land. I then had to come back to Nairobi to survive. I sold veggies to live, tomatoes, cabbage, and other greens. I still do this. I have never been back to Masai-land. Most sad for me is that my child died. He died by drowning in water. There was so much rain, it was floods. He was crossing a river when he was swept away. He was 18 years old. He was a good boy. I miss him too much. (Sighs deeply).
Since in Nairobi, I always lived in a shanty. I had a bigger one but it was broken, and now I live in a very tiny shack, made of leaking iron sheets. It is not safe and I have no security of tenure. It is a squatter shack. As a house, it is not fit for human habitation. I belong to Muungano (Kenyan Homeless Peoples Federation). I find it very useful. They help me when I have no money. They give me food to eat when I have nothing.
I was happy once. I was happy with my husband, before he died. Since then I can only say that I am happy with my own efforts: I have lived so long. I hope to rest peacefully somewhere.