We Stand With Jane Mwangi

Life is unpredictable and sometimes the simplest situations can change our lives irrevocably. One of our own had such an experience and we need to rally around her. Please read the story below

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A trigger happy thug left me paralyzed because of my M-pesa pin BY MERCY GAKII

October 26, 2015

JANE MWANGI, 30, was walking home from a church service on the evening of May 28, 2015, when she was attacked. The experience has turned her whole life upside down, as narrated to Star reporter MERCY GAKII

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JANE MWANGI on graduating with Masters degree from the Communications University of China, Beijing, in 2014.

I live with my parents in Civil Servants Estate in Kariobangi South. The area is not very safe and has seen many incidents of mugging and shooting. It was worsened by upcoming constructions where gangs would hide and attack people walking by.  I had just alighted from a matatu and was walking home at about 7.30pm. I was talking to a friend as we headed to my gate. Out of the darkness, a young, bearded man stood in front of us, blocking our way. He looked nervous, but demanded for our valuables.

I gave him what I had in my hands: a Huawei mobile phone. He quickly went to the M-pesa app and started fidgeting with it. With him distracted, my friend managed to get away, leaving me at the mercy of the thug.  He demanded for my PIN to access the cash. Too frightened to think straight, I mumbled some numbers. He put the pin and when he could not access the money, whipped out a gun and in a split second, fired it through my chest.  Everything happened so fast. The pain was unbearable and I started losing consciousness. I could not scream as loud but kept begging him to spare my life. He ran off into the darkness.

The bullet hit my right shoulder and went through my back. It was trapped by my sweater where it hang until the doctors saw it.  I fell on my back. I could hear sounds far away but did not make much sense of them. I was repeating the Mpesa pin as if the assailant was still there.  The gunshot reverberated through my neighbourhood, attracting attention. The first person to respond was my immediate neighbour. I could hear her desperation as she exclaimed, “They shot Jane!” She started shouting for help.  My parents came very fast, and got me to a nearby hospital which referred me to Kenyatta National Hospital.

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JANE MWANGI at Jamaa Mission Hospital in Nairobi, where she received treatment.

However, it was at Coptic Hospital where I was admitted the same night. The doctors worked hard and fast to control the bleeding.  The next day, I went through hours of surgery. The doctors informed me that the bullet missed my spine by only a millimeter. It however destroyed nerves in the area, leaving my whole body without feeling.  I was coming to terms with the events of the previous night when the surgeons came to my bed side.

 

They told me as calmly as they could, that I may never walk again, since the bullet grazed nerves on my thoracic spinal cord area.  I could not feel the lower section of my body, so I could as well assume I won’t walk for a while. But never walk again? The news left me dumbfounded.

I would undergo painful physiotherapy sessions every day at the hospital. But I was determined to get my whole life back. After some weeks of treatment, I was discharged.  I have no control of my bowels so I use a catheter. My mother has to clean me up as well as do everything else for me. Everything. Would you imagine being washed by your mom at 30 years?

I also needed a special orthopaedic mattress that cost Sh80,000. A good Samaritan offered the mattress for free.  I could not turn myself in bed, or even sit up without assistance. This left me with bed sores, some so severe that I have been in and out of hospital for treatment.  The life of loneliness, being bed ridden and house-bound, began.  Out of empathy, my friends raised funds to get me a wheelchair. I had to learn how to operate it to get me around.

Having a catheter inserted in the body to pass urine is another whole world of learning. I am more prone to urinary tract infections now and must take medications to clear them. We were not prepared for this when I was discharged from hospital, and it has taken its toll on me.  When we sought a second opinion, the neurosurgeon said that it is possible for me to walk again. He had noticed some form of movement inside my legs’ nerves. He then concluded that since my legs experience occasional spasms, it means the nerves are still capable of function. This meant I could walk again!

That was the good news. However, the treatment was only available abroad, he said, because no Kenyan hospital has the ability to treat me beyond what I have received so far. My friends have taken to searching for a hospital that can offer rehabilitative treatment to help me.  We have been in communication with a hospital in Texas, USA. They have gone through my medical records and have responded.  They quoted a treatment regime that can help me regain control of my bowel movement, and get me off the catheter.  For that, I need at least Sh10 million ($100,000). That would be followed by more rehabilitative treatment to help me regain use of my lower body.

I have made it this far because of many well-wishers who have heard my story and sent in their Mpesa contributions. No matter the amount whether Sh50, Sh200, it has helped me through hospital stays, which have been very expensive.  So far, I have spent close to a million shillings. I have no medical insurance, and I am still unemployed.  It is the power of friendships that has paid my bills this far

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I need money to make it through the treatment, and my friends and former university colleagues both in Kenya and abroad are helping me.  I later learnt that my Huawei mobile phone, which was stolen that fateful night, was eventually sold on OLX. It was later returned to me, after being tracked by law enforcement.

I cannot use it, because of the trauma it brings.  To this day, I am yet to find out who the seller and buyer of the phone were.  Well-wishers can send in their contributions as follows:

Equity Bank, Milimani, under account name Jane Mwangi Medical Fund. Account number 1450164274483.  Alternatively, there is an M-pesa pay bill number 596018 in name of the Jane Medical Fund.

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