For all my life as a slave, I herded animals. When I came back in the evening, I had to milk the animals, cook, serve dinner and clean up the tent. I was insulted and beaten by my masters whenever I forgot something or did not do things properly, or when I was late. I was never allowed to eat with them.
For all my childhood until the moment I left, the abuse never stopped.
My master often came to find me in the bush and would rape me. I have four children, of whom three belong to my master and his brothers. My master never recognised my children as his.
I now want to have a house, to provide an education to my children and I also want to learn. I want my rights and rights for my children.
Narrative courtesy of Anti-slavery International
