Hi, my name is Yvette and this is my story.A year ago, i decided to go and work in Kuwait because i thought that i was going to make money very easy. There was a job opportunity to come and work as a house help and i decided to go for it since i love doing house choirs.l know i have taken so many many bad decisions in my life but i think this was the worst one ever. I did consulted only a friend of mine who was already working in Kuwait and she told me that i will be just fine and that being a house help in Kuwait is just so easy.
When i arrived Kuwait i knew that finally my dreams will be fulfilled and that i had taken the best decision ever, i mean Kuwait looked beautiful and so clean but little did i know that after days everything would change. In my heart i was so happy and kept thanking God for the opportunity but after some few minutes i was asked by my sponsor to give my passport that really got me shocked and i felt it in me immediately that i had sacrificed my life. Am just a single single young lady who will go to any extent to provide for my little ones and mother. I did not think about myself as far as those beside me are happy i will be ok. So i decided that if i will go and work while sending money back home by the end of 2years i will be financially stable i was ok. The anxiety of working abroad was so much talkless of the promised salary that was so much than what i have ever earned back home .
At first, i felt appreciated until demands started coming, like forcing me to learn their language ( Arabic), making me an id card for me of which i will not still see it and to make the situation worst is that the agreed salary is not even given to me at the end of the month.
My boss assured me that she would not put any presure on me because i was new and had no experience but on the contrary she slapped me to clean fast and go to the kichen to help the cook. She would nag all day long pouring insults on my that am smelling, touch my breast and worned me from wearing the bras that i came with. She would go to the market and buy bras that had no foam in it that she wants me to put on but those ones, but still she would bit me up saying that my breast were still too standing and she wanted them to fall because it may attract her husband. At times she will slapped my breast that they were stubborn.It was a family of 6 and l literally had to mob the floor with and use hand brush to brush all the carpets that were available in the house (2 story),go and help the cook to make breakfast, do laundary, go again for launch, dinner and will still have alot to do.
It reached a point where i only had 3hours to sleep because she would go out by midnight and instructed me not to sleep untill she comes back. She told me that i had been bought and that there was nothing i could do to her, and every time i tried to calling those that are in the office they always say " pecivier" and that there is nothing they could do. I would cry and asked God to intervain in my situation. When i got sicked she told me that is not her buisness but must do her duties and i will pray for God to heal me and to give me strength to overcome and God in His infinite mercy will heal me and i became more stronger.
One day she came to me and said i should pack all my things, that she is taking me back to the office that she has done everything for my breast to fall but to no avail. She sent her daughter,son and brother to take me back to the office, honestly i was so happy and kept thanking God for answered prayers but the question that was running in my mind was will i be soled to a house that is better or even worser than where i was coming from?????
When we arrived the office the lady that was controlling the office (Ethiopia lady) flogged me well and told me that i did not want to work and did not give me food for 2days saying that was my punishment. 4days later i was sold again this time i was still told that i would cleaned the house but when i arrived the house it was another story. I had to clean a 3 story and still took care of one fat fater who could not walked on his own but was sitting steadily on a wheel chair. I had to take him to the toilet, washed his anus and pushed him back to the sitting room, cleaned his body and he will pee in one gallon i will take to go and empty it.
The worst was his sleeping time, he would start watching his movies at 12midnight and will finished at times by 4am and that is when i will go and sleep to wake up again at 6am. Ohhh i cried untill at times even tears will not come down again
Then i decided on a faithful Thursday to run away, while running i had no one to call, or run to, i was just going that the police should catch me then a driver came and and asked me where i was going to and i told him i had no destination then he took me to a place called shelta a non governmental organizations (NGO)and told me that i should go and knock there that they will help me and that is how i got there those people helped me and made me a laiser passer and i was repatriated back to my country.
I hope my story will help somebody not to make thesame mistakes that i made.