I see large groups of women in tattered uniforms surrounded by huge walls and gates, enclosed by iron barbed wires, and I get hit by an awful stench, and I ask myself, how did I move from working in the respected financial banking sector, having worked so hard in school, to now being locked up in the largest correctional facility for women in Kenya?
Vidim velike grupe žena u otrcanim odorama okružene visokim zidovima i vratima, ograđene željeznim bodljikavim žicama i preplavi me užasan smrad i zapitam se kako sam došla od posla u uglednom bankarskom sektoru za financije, uporno se trudeći u školi, do toga da me sada zatvore u najveću kazneno-popravnu ustanovu za žene u Keniji?