Joy Mukwanjeru; My 21 years in America were useless.

Who is Joy Mukwanjeru?

21 years of Joy Mukwanjeru life America has been a total waste. They deported her following an inspection state’s authority conducted that. All that is left of her worldly possessions are a seat, bed, and clothing. Currently, she is depressed about life.

Joy was born in Meru, Kenya, and grew up in Nairobi. She went through kilimani and did some time in Limuru before she was sponsored to go to the US. When she traveled to the states.Specifically, she moved to California, where she stayed with a family. In one of the Kenyan parties she attended while in California, she made a friend whom she strongly bonded with. Due to the nature of their friendship, she agreed to stay with her, especially as she needed a roommate. However, sometime later, she moved out as she had made new friends down the coast. Since there were many hotels and restaurants within the coast, the predominant job market was hospitality. 

Moreover, because of her passion for political science, she enrolled in the course. Hence, she could work during the day and attend her lectures in the evening. Nonetheless, it soon got exhausting, and so she decided to drop out of school. As a result, she had adequate time to herself. She could attend various parties, mainly as she was in a hippy community. They could drink, get high, and listen to music all in the name of fun. This continued habit resulted in her being an addict. As a result, she started becoming irresponsible and made rational choices. Life began to lose its meaning. She was having sleeping and eating problems. Occasionally she had long sleep hours.

The sour part of her life

Due to different working hours, she grew distant from her friends since they had different working hours. Eventually, there was a kind of disconnection as they parted ways. This was when she moved to another town where she went about her business. However, her stay in the states was short-lived when inspection authorities detained her following possession of expired identification documents. Attempts to seek aid from her sponsor were futile for the number was invalid, and she had lost contact with them. She was detained for two years, during which she tried to fight through the courts for her stay. Needless, there was no sponsor to second, and her side of the story wasn’t enough to conquer. Therefore, she decided to come back home in 2009.

Coming back to Kenya didn’t feel like home. She had the traumatizing and depressing feeling of a victim of evacuation. She narrates she lives like a homeless person, sneaking into an empty shade at night. Since she stayed around the shopping Centre, she had to wait until at night before she could seek shelter, a hazardous situation. It was a little demoralizing and depressing for her.

While in Kenya, she tarmacked in search of jobs, but all were in vain. That was when she took a course in rehab, especially since she was a victim of addiction. She pursued a course in chemical dependency and ended up working as a certified canceller and a life skill teacher. After some time, due to flooding in the rehab market, jobs started becoming less, and so she stopped. Currently, she is in Nairobi where she does odd jobs such as recycling bottles, pruning, generally, any activity to keep the landscape clean

Positivity is the captivity of negativity

Despite all these misfortunes, the lady hasn’t despaired yet and hopes to get back on her feet. She says she is a certified canceller, computer literate and also good in hospitality matters especially when it comes to intermingling with people. She hopes to get formal employment with better income and steady accommodation, particularly as she has pets. Regardless of her family’s wealth, she states she no longer wants to be a charity case but self-dependent. Although her family might feel she disappointed them, she looks forward to her mum and siblings listening to her side of the story than relying on gossips. She wishes everyone happiness and looks forward to getting in touch with her loved ones.

Story courtesy of Joy Mukwanjeru