It looked like everything was going on as planned for when she arrived, Atamba and other girls camped were picked from the Kenyan Embassy in Saudi Arabia by their respective hosts.
Too much work
Atamba communicated with her mother often. She had adjusted well to her new life but complained of too much work and little sleep, about four hours. After that it was two months of uncertainty. . . until the mystery stranger called to announce the death of Atamba.
After receiving the news, Lichoti gathered enough courage to call Rajab, the agent. “He said my daughter was alive and I should worry. When I insisted I meet him face to face to discuss the matter, he declined and has not talked to me since.”
She continues: “I want to establish if indeed my daughter is dead and if that is the case I want to see her body. I wish I knew this was how things were destined to pan out,” she added. Her search for answers has been fruitless. Even reaching her local MP for help has proved impossible, she says.
