When David Baraka* was born, the world greeted him not with warmth or celebration, but with rejection and fear. His mere existence was seen as a curse, his life deemed unworthy of love or hope.
At just three weeks old, his mother, overwhelmed by societal stigma, shoved him into a dusty sack filled with iron nails, leaving him at a desolate construction site in Marereni village, Kilifi. In that moment, David's future was uncertain-he would either suffocate in the sack or, by some miracle, be discovered by a kind soul.