What can Florence do to get her salary? It would be nice if she could buy a pair of shoes that fitted after her 3 years in Lebanon.

Here is Florence’s story in her own words:

“I am Florence Njoki Wangari. I arrived in Lebanon on 11 June 2014 at midnight. My employers were a couple with children age 19 and 12. My mister was Nicholas Angelina. My madam is a teacher and she paints. In the first 3 months I asked madam M to send me back to the agency office because I didn’t want to work with her anymore. I was overworked and did not have enough food. She used to insult me, abusing and calling me sharmuta [prostitute]. She told me that if I wanted to go back to Kenya, I had to pay her 5000 dollars.

After 2 years we moved and we stayed in H DORM*, near Lebanese American University (LAU) – dorms for the students. I used to clean the stairs, offices and 10 rooms, and they were very dirty. I remember I didn’t have time to rest or even take lunch. I asked for my salary but she kept telling me it was in the bank. I worked very hard cleaning H DORMS alone. It wasn’t easy work, cleaning and collecting garbage.

Mr Rony and Joseph Hawatt should read this because when they came to check if the dorms were clean they would congratulate me. M please pay my salary. Last June 1 my Dad died and I told M I wanted to pay my last respects at the funeral of my dad.