I was failed twice: First by the man who raped me, then by the stigma that followed

I called him grandfather. He was our neighbour, an elderly man my family trusted, and I ran his errands the way any respectful child in Kibra would. It was the April holidays, and I was 13.

He sent me to the shop that afternoon. At about 8pm, he asked me to go into his house and help him unpack what I had bought.

He raped me. Then he told me he would kill me if I said a word.

My parents got home later that night, and I told them anyway.

We went to the police station the next morning and to hospital after that. The man was arrested. He denied the allegations and was released on bond as the investigation continued.

The doctors confirmed that I was pregnant.

A court ordered a DNA test. The results named him as the father. When he heard the result, he fled. He has not been found since.

The police say they are still looking. I want to believe them.