House Girls Village

When Wanjiku boarded a noisy matatu from Murang’a to Nairobi, she had exactly Ksh. 850 in her pocket, one nylon bag full of second-hand clothes, and a dream so big it could fill a bus. Her cousin, a “city girl” who worked in Donholm, had told her: “Nairobi is easy! You’ll get a job the same day you arrive. Just be smart!” The only problem? Wanjiku’s definition of “smart” was wearing high heels she borrowed from her cousin — size 5 shoes on her size 8 feet. Naive village girl’s funny Nairobi journey—tricked, rescued, and transformed by House Girls Village & Bureau into a top performer. Day One: Welcome to the City of Chaos As soon as she arrived in Nairobi, her heels broke. Both. She limped through the dusty streets of Eastleigh looking for “Madam Jane’s Bureau” (which didn’t exist — her cousin just made it up). Every stranger she asked gave her different directions: “Go left at the blue kiosk.” “Cross the road near that man selling socks.” “Aai, si you just use Google Maps?” By...