Patrick Hinga, the chokora who captivated many Kenyans with his rare story of pain, suffering, despair and redemption, died yesterday.
The woman who helped rescue him, Wanja Mwaura explained that he had passed away after having stomach pains.
She wrote on her Facebook page:
I know all of you my dear friends are concerned and have many questions about the death of our friend Hinga. According to the mother, Hinga was doing fine n he did his best to remain the man we all helped him to be. On Thursday the 14th, Hinga left home n went to visit his friends in Kayole, upon reaching there he called his mom n complained of a stomach-ache though not serious, he spent the night there and said he will be ok. On Saturday late night the problem persisted n that’s when he decided to go to the hospital but by the time the mother got to him early morning yesterday, he had already passed on…
On this sad day we take a look back at the life and times of the late Hinga.
It was rare to see a reformed drug-dealer come from the ashes of addiction and come out like a phoenix rising.
Hinga was that exceptional hen with teeth. His story rings true for many that struggle with an addiction in their lives. But do they overcome that addiction? That is the question.
Hinga was saved by a former classmate Ms. Wanja Mwaura when she found him in the town of Wangige. He was living a morose and destitute life. Wanja would later help him rehabilitate his life.
But how did he get into this situation? His life journey started out without much ado as many do. He was born in 1983, and attended Ndararua Primary School in Kabete and sat his KCPE exams in 1998.
For secondary schooling, he attended Uthiru High School. But things were to turn awry the next year. He started experimenting with drugs after his classmates had introduced him to the toxic habit. He said:
It all began with cigarettes. Before we knew it, we were smoking Bhang. I gave in to drugs because of peer pressure.
Things went on going downwards on this spiral to hell and when it was found out by the school authorities that he was smoking bhang, he was expelled.
He was expelled in form 2, the age when most boys think they know it all because they have a few hairs on their chest and so are now fully-mature men!
Even after being taken to another school, his habit couldn’t be contained, so his mother in a last-ditch attempt took him to Mathari Mental Hospital. But Hinga ain’t one for the madmen, he ran away like a madman! And he kept on running away, 8 times at the last count!
During this period his mother had not lost hope for her son. She still wished, she still reached even for a whiff of recovery for her son. That speck happened to pass by in the hands of guardian angel Wanja Mwaura.
She spotted him on the streets and convinced him to go to rehab. Funds were contributed for him by generous Kenyans and a store was opened called Hinga’s Store. He said at the time:
The store is run by my mother. I feel like I am a new man. I pray daily, asking God to deliver me so that I am not pulled back to that life of drugs.
Hinga’s aspiration was to become a mechanic. May his soul rest in peace.
Quotes by Nairobinews.
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