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The Price of Freedom:

Afrihue's insights from Lang’ata Women’s Prison

I have rarely found myself at a loss for words, searching for language that could carry both truth and clarity. Yet here I am, humbled by the weight of this topic. It is not for the faint-hearted. The subject of incarceration in Africa is a deeply conflicting one, laying bare one of the greatest moral and historical challenges our continent continues to face.

Originally, those deemed unfit to live among others were cast away, isolated, exiled, or even left to die. Some were sent to distant islands; others were sealed inside huts without doors or windows, condemned to be forgotten (Novak, 2014). Over time, incarceration evolved, or rather transformed, into a tool of power. Colonial authorities used prisons to silence those who dared to resist oppression (MBC, 2024). Later, African politicians replicated the same system, turning prisons into instruments against their political adversaries (Bernault, 2003).

Those were indeed dark times.

Eventually, the concept of imprisonment returned to its legal and corrective roots, a system designed to ensure that anyone who breaks the law pays their debt to society and emerges reformed.

But that word, reformed, begs a question: how does one change for the better in an environment surrounded by others who have also fallen short? If we are shaped by those around us, can confinement among fellow offenders truly prepare one for reintegration?

Change. Is it for the best, or for the worst?

This is a question Lang’ata Women’s Prison seems determined to answer.

I walked through its gates with my own biases, assumptions shaped by media, hearsay, and imagination. I walked out lighter, almost relieved, realizing that many of my fears and misconceptions were misplaced. Yes, the women have lost their freedom, but they have not been stripped of dignity or hope. Within those walls, I found a living example of rehabilitation, a quiet revolution built on the most fragile yet powerful of human emotions: hope.

Hope of a better tomorrow.

As the saying goes, a man without hope is a night without stars. And at Lang’ata, the stars still shine through programs that equip women with knowledge and skills to rebuild their lives.

There is the Paralegal Program, where inmates receive legal training from universities, empowering them to advise fellow prisoners on appeals and other legal matters. The Education Program broadens their understanding of business and entrepreneurship, nurturing independence and confidence. The Chandaria Textile Workshop teaches them to design and craft items like bags and jewelry, while the Bakery Program offers training in bread-making and pastry skills.

These are only a few among many. The profits from their work are placed in individual accounts, giving each woman the power to choose: to meet personal needs within the prison, support dependents outside, or save for life after release.

Still, one truth lingers quietly beneath the surface. Nothing replaces freedom. A single moment of eye contact communicates this longing more clearly than words ever could. They yearn for the outside world, yet they no longer dread the days spent inside. There is purpose now, a reason to rise, to learn, to change.

It is bittersweet.

But it is also a reminder that the true measure of justice lies not only in punishment but in the opportunity to rebuild. Rehabilitation should not be an exception. In fact, it should be the standard, not only at Lang’ata but across Kenya and Africa.

It was within this spirit of transformation that I met a young prison officer whose work and heart have breathed new meaning into one of Lang’ata’s most symbolic events, Miss Lang’ata

Through her leadership, the pageant has evolved into more than a beauty contest; it has become a celebration of dignity, confidence, and second chances. 

Please check the article named "Beyond the Crown:  An Interview with Aisha Mohamed Mwasene" in  Afrihue's latest stories. 

The Price of Freedom:
AfriHue October 16, 2025
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