Thanks for listening and your concern, but you may understand that I feel ripped of by both hospitals and received none or very unprofessional treatment.

For me it is: Hospitals Never Again!
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*Karin died barely 5 days later on April 22, 2021 at her home in Nairobi

I met Karin at a human rights/media workshop in Kisumu, sometime around 1997. I did not know that the casual meeting was to result in Community Radio training at the Danish School of Journalism, Denmark in 1999.

Karin was also to become my informal silent advocate when I faced persecution because of standing up for what was right. In 2003, I was picked up from an incident of murder I was covering. Brutally beaten up by the despicable flying squad and threatened with execution inside Kodera forest, I was to spend 11 months at Kisii and Kodiaga prisons. During those darkest hours, I befriended prison wardens who sneaked for me letters that were sent to Karin. She then utilized her influence within the human rights networks to quietly but consistently petition for my release. 

After my release from Kodiaga, I got credible information information that the then Kisii DC who had instigated my arrest and torture, was planning to have me executed so that the killing could be attributed to a dreaded militia, Kusungusungu. When she got wind of this, Karin invited me to meet with the then Assistant Minister in the president’s office, Prof. Kivuta Kibwana. We met at Yaya Center. I was still limping and in slippers because my feet that had been extremely injured one year back, were still very painful to put on shoes.

At that meeting, Karin presented my case to Prof. Kibwana, informed him about extrajudicial lynching of individuals in Kisii by the Kisungusungu. Karin wrote emails to New York and to anyone who cared to listen, documenting my case. She introduced me to Jacky Klopp who had wide networks in New York, especially at the Committee to Protect Journalists (CPJ) where my case was articulately presented. 

i cannot explain the degree of endless compassion Karin showed on me for so long, especially that time. At the time I was a fugitive, she could give me some little money here and there, for toiletries. I recall after she lost all her money at Chase Bank, Karin was deeply affected. One day, I unexpectedly sent her Ksh10,000. She wrote an email and stated, “Peter Makori, I did not expect this from you. You’ve made me cry..” And I told her, “you did a lot to me for I’ll never pay you back!”

Folks, I don’t have the stamina to write more than this. Karin was a mother to many. She was a woman who personified what’s good and Godly in a society beset with corruption and led by heartless politicians. She epitomized true love and care for those who faced the horrors of State thuggery. 

She fought the good fight. She has finished the race, She has kept the faith! Rest in Eternal Peace.