“In August of 2012 I arrived in the U.S. with a family to look after their children. For eight months I lived like a slave. The only thing I wanted was to return home to my family. I had no access to the outside world, no money, and no one to help me. My only “freedom” was to be let out of the house for an hour on Sunday to attend church.
I was introduced to the staff of Bakhita House through people who helped me to leave the family. However, the first week at Bakhita House, I was frightened, because I didn’t know anything about them! But soon I sensed that I was going to be okay. Living at Bakhita House became like living with my mom and grandma!
I really appreciate and am thankful to all the volunteers who helped me with counseling and support. The other girls at the house welcomed me and in sharing our stories and experiences, we became all one family. We are still sisters because of Bakhita House.
I’m now working and furthering my education all because of the love and encouragement I always receive from them. I have moved on from Bakhita House, but they still invite me for dinner and celebrations and they are interested in my progress.
I was really blessed to stay at Bakhita House and call it my home. May God continue to bless them in all they continue to do for us and other girls who need a home. I will never forget about you.” Lots of love, Annette (not actual name)
“The Bakhita safe house is a one of a kind, as are the women who run it. They can be tough as nails and yet offer a soft place to land. They are well prepared for the challenge of working with girls like us: the ups and the downs that we go through are challenging! Some days we can be angry and defensive and some days we just need a shoulder to cry on; some days we want to run away or give up. When I moved in, they made me realize I was now a part of something – I became like family to them. When I need something they are a phone call away. I honestly don’t think I would be where I am today without them. When you come out of a situation like being trafficked, you are skeptical of everyone, but you can count on the women who staff Bakhita House. And anyone they trust I trust! The volunteers they select are the cream of the crop. If you let them, they’ll be with you every step of the way no matter how scary it can be. This isn’t a shelter this is a family & I hope it never dies.” Rhonda (not actual name)