Dear president, Uhuru Kenyatta.
How long has it been since you visited one of your own orphanages? How long has it been since you’ve really looked. Thoroughly. Seen what’s been going on? For me it’s been a month. A month since I’ve seen the standard of your governments orphanages. And it shocked me. You have staff that have no interest in the children. No interest in putting their needs, special needs, in focus. I saw a boy that had been sodomised by his own teacher, being scrubbed in cold water behind your dirty facilities. No compassion, no counselling and no comforting. I’ve seen babies with their heads full of ringworms. I’ve seen children in desperate need of attention. So desperate that they are willing to hurt other children to get yours. So desperate for love that they will hold on to your hand for several hours, because they don’t know when anyone will give them the same attention.
I’ve been to meetings with your employees, that are obviously not suited for their jobs because the only thing they care about is money and power. They are too proud to realise what they are doing is wrong.
Are you proud?
These children are the future of Kenya. Shouldn’t your orphanages be an example of how orphanages should be run? I think so. You should think so. This issue is something you should be embarrassed about. It’s a shame. For you, for the people and for the future of your country.
And who’s the victims? The children.
I came to help one of these orphans. A boy that is very special to me. A boy with special needs. He needs to be taken to a doctor that knows what he is doing. He needs to be followed up by a nutritionist. But most of all; he needs love. All I wanted to do was to help him. And what met me? Employees of yours with an attitude so bad that you want to shake them, because they make you so frustrated. They have no interest in helping anyone but them selves. And they are the people that are responsible for the future of Kenya. I can’t believe that you can walk around with your head held high.
Your system disgust me, you disgust me. It’s time that someone stand up to you and forces you to make a change.
Fanny Norgaard, Norway
Fanny Nørgaard 