Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum

by Friends Women's Association
Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum
Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum
Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum
Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum
Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum
Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum
Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum
Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum
Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum
Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum
Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum
Helping Girls and Young Women in Bujumbura Slum

Project Report | Feb 3, 2026
GLOBAL GIVING JANUARY 2026 NARRATIVE REPORT

By Parfaite Ntahuba | Project Leader

I grew up in a house that never felt like a home. Every day was filled with shouting, anger, and fear. My parents fought constantly. My father had other women, and my mother had other men. As a child, I never felt protected. I felt small, lost, and invisible.

Before I was even grown, I became the mother of my own family. I worried about what my younger brothers and sisters would eat. I cleaned, cooked, and carried burdens that were too heavy for a child. When my father came home, he did not show love he used he beat me. I learned to live quietly, trying not to be seen.

When I was 15, I went to visit a friend. When I came back, my father’s eyes were full of anger. He accused me of things I had not done. He pulled me outside and shamed me in front of people. He beat me and called a bitch. That day, something inside me died. I felt dirty, ashamed, and less than human.

I started to dream of escape. I told myself that if any man asked me to be his wife, I would go with him, no questions asked. I just wanted a place where I could breathe. When a man came and told me he wanted to live with me, my heart filled with hope for the first time. I thought God had finally answered my prayers.

The day he came to get me, I took my bag and followed him. But on the way, when we reached a place where there was a forest, he grabbed me and raped me. I screamed until people came running. He ran away, but he was caught and imprisoned; Yet, the pain persisted.

My heart was so heavy with sadness that I couldn't stay in my village anymore. That's how I ended up here in Maramvya, desperately searching for a place to survive. I asked for work as a domestic servant. I couldn't go back to my parents. I feel like an orphan.

When I came to this workshop, I was carrying a heart that was too heavy to hold. For the first time, I spoke the words that were buried deep inside me. I cried without shame. I learned that my tears are not a weakness they are a way to let the pain flow out. Today, I feel a small peace in my chest. I feel like I am slowly learning how to live again.”

 

 

I grew up in a family that was separated because of ethnic conflict. My father’s family convinced him to leave my mother because of her ethnic group. My two sisters and I were taken to live with my father’s family. Life there was very difficult, and we lived in extreme poverty. Later, my father also left us.

Because I grew up without love, care, and protection, I felt rejected and hopeless. At the age of 14, I entered into a relationship in order to forget my pain, and I became pregnant. Being pregnant at such a young age was very traumatic for me. People told me that I would not manage and that my life was over. With no other option, I was forced to go and live with the man who became my husband. We lied about my age and said that I was 18.

I became a mother while I was still a child myself. My husband treated me badly and abused me. Because I had nowhere else to go, I stayed and endured the situation.

During the same period, my mother was diagnosed with cancer and died a few months later. Her death deeply affected me. I was shocked and confused, and I attended her funeral as if I were watching a movie. I could not cry because the pain was too heavy.

When I participated in the trauma healing training, I began to understand what had been happening inside me. I realized that I had kept all my pain deep in my heart, and it was slowly destroying me. I recognized the symptoms of trauma in my life. This workshop helped me look inside myself, share my story, and begin my healing journey.”

 “My name is Anitha, and I am a member of the savings group TUZAMUKE. In August, our group was recognized as one of the best performers and received a loan of 5,600,000 BIF from FWA, and I personally received 2,000,000 BIF. This was an incredible opportunity for me and my family.

Before receiving the loan, I struggled to grow my small food business, where I sell rice, beans, potatoes, bananas…. With this financial support, I was able to buy new materials and improve my business operations.  Already, I see more customers and higher sales because having more goods attracts more customers.

In just three months, I have seen a remarkable change. My business is growing, my confidence has increased; this progress gives me hope and motivates me to repay the loan on time.


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