June this year, Mpasho ran a story about a Kenyan musician Bradley Juma Obomi, popularly known as Trap King Chrome who was arrested by the police after he allegedly pushed his girlfriend Tinu Collins from the 5th floor of an apartment block in Lavington area.

Tinu Collins, a British woman was hospitalised at Nairobi Women's Hospital for some time and was later discharged but she cannot leave the hospital because she is unable to settle the bill. 

The young lady was left with a fractured ankle (right),  a broken leg and fracture of the pelvis and since then, things haven't been easy for her. Tinu took to social media to call upon well wishers to help her go pay her hospital bill and go back to her country because she has had enough.

In a long post that has gone viral, Tinu Collins has narrated how she met Bradley Juma and how life has turned a back on her. she has been confined to a wheelchair.

Read her story below

"My name is Tinu Collins and I am 25 years old. I was born and raised in Burnage in Greater Manchester, the United Kingdom.

I need all the help I can get to come home. The British Embassy Case Worker in Kenya, Nairobi, Joy and my local Fallowfield/Rusholme MP Afsal Khan have not been responding to my families or my emails for help, advice or guidance and seemed to have abandoned me here with no information or practical advice that will help me to return back to my home country of England. I am beyond worried now and am beginning to get scared and more distressed at the situation with every passing day and with every ignored email and phone call blown back.

I cannot stay here indefinitely, (...Can I?) However, the family and I are running out of ideas and options of people to approach for help and with the wifi service being what it is here it has been really trying to keep consistently communicating.

I am writing this from my hospital bed on a ward in Nairobi Women’s Hospital in Kenya. I have received necessary and basic treatment due to the funds not being present and am making slow but steady progress. I am here alone, by myself with no family or friends now other than those I have made within the hospital.

I have been officially discharged from the actual hospital 6 weeks ago but am unable to leave and return back to England until my bill is paid in full. I need everybody’s help I know to achieve this, as the bill is increasing each day and will eventually hit a sum that is completely unobtainable and I am really scared as to where that will leave me.

The bill is currently Sh2.8 Million. I have family and friends that love and care for me but they are financially challenged and unable to help me cover the entire costs of my ongoing physiotherapy and current treatment costs as well as my return flight back to Manchester.

I know it can be done and I know that we can do it – because I have no other way home.

The hospital has been approached and requested to enter into a credit agreement with myself and other family members but so far have refused to permit it. I was working 3 jobs before coming out here for a 3-month trip and have been employed since I was 18 years of age. I do not receive nor have I ever needed to claim government benefits or financial help to date since living independently and have continued to pay all my own bills and take care of myself financially since I was a teenager. I am not a financial risk and would be able to pay this bill on my return over a period of years, possibly months with the help of my friends and family.

On June 12th 2017 I was admitted to Nairobi Women’s Hospital after plunging 5 floors off an apartment building.. and I do believe that Only by the Grace of God am I alive to tell this story with no long-term brain, spinal or psychological damage.

I was taken conscious to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) and I was placed and kept in a coma for 3 days due to the nature and seriousness of my injuries, so they could assess the damage of my internal organs and to help keep my body still and stable.

I had to undergo three operations during the first couple of days as I had suffered a broken leg, fractured my right ankle and a fracture of the pelvis. The pain was unbearable and I was kept sedated with high doses of painkillers in order to rest and heal. I have a number of screws inserted into my leg, ankle and pelvis. I was bed bound and had to stay in ICU for 3 weeks. Being unable to use the bathroom or sit up was very psychologically challenging and I was scared and distressed I may never use my legs again. My spine was badly bruised and it took a number of weeks for the swelling to go down and some of my mobility to return.

It is important to say, that I can now use a chair independently having received some physiotherapy and I am getting my full mobility back although it is slow progress I can now see the day I will no longer need the chair or the crutches.

Sadly, I still need help with my personal care whilst here and am gradually getting more determined to get back to my old self with every challenge presented to me. My hair has begun to lox up as I’m unable to brush it properly without it causing me some pain and I have limited access to the community surrounding the hospital that I was visiting and have now been abandoned after initial disinterest and eventual neglect by my host and his immediate family.

My hosts immediate and ongoing concern is and has been, since I came off the 5th floor of the apartment building, the immediate and long-term welfare of himself, Bradley Ombomi, my ex partner, who was arrested at the scene on the night of the 12th June and is still under investigation by the police, who have taken both of our passports into custody and so far have failed to return them to either Myself or Bradley Omboi. i am also struggling to get any definitive response as to where it is and how to go about getting it returned back to me as that's my official legal document and i won't be able to fly home eventually without it.

When I was 13 years old I met Bradley Jumma Ombomi AKA Trap King Chrome in London.

We got into a relationship that lasted almost a year. The relationship didn’t work out and we went our separate ways.

Last year in October 2016, Bradley added me as a friend on Facebook and we started communicating again.

Bradley had moved back to his home country of Kenya and after a couple of months of communicating, talking and catching up, Bradley asked me if I would get back into a relationship with him and to come visit him and see his country, as he is an upcoming rap star and musician, and well known here in Kenya. He told me I would be looked after by him and come to no harm whilst here with him.I told him that I would definitely come visit him and whilst here, decided to give the relationship another go.

I booked a flight and came to visit in February 2017. I stayed with Bradley and his family and they were so beautiful to me and caring and kind and open and welcoming and I found it to be so comfortable to be with him and his family and was named in-law and daughter when anybody referred to me and really believed that the reception I was receiving was genuine and real.

I arrived to Kenya on 3rd of February and stayed initially for 2 weeks. Bradley was amazing and very romantic towards me. He gave me his 100% undivided attention and I fell in love with him deeply.

I went back home after 2 weeks and I rebooked a flight to return to see Bradley on 29th April.

I decided that I was going to stay with Bradley this time for 3 months, so I brought all of my luggage when I came back in to Kenya in April, and had savings of around £2800, to take with me, as I had been militant with my wages from my 3 places of employment and had saved hard to cover the cost of my expenses, flights and return.

I arrived in Kenya on 29th of April; Bradley collected me from the airport. The night I arrived Bradley and I celebrated with a drink, then we went to his home, to his apartment where his mother and brother also stay.

The following day was his birthday we were drinking in the house from getting up really, at some point throughout the evening, his mum offered me water to drink and I told her that I didn’t want a drink of water and was ok.

Out of nowhere Bradley started to physically attack me, in front of his mum, punching me in the face countless times. I was screaming. (He gave me a black eye from that assault which lasted for more than 6 weeks. My eye was bloodshot completely swollen and very painful) After calming down and sobering up Bradley told me he only hit me because he thought I was being rude to his mum, although I wasn’t, and he promised me he would never hit me ever again, that he was sincerely sorry, he doesn’t know what come over him and blamed it on the alcohol. I believed him. Although I know now that I was stupid to forgive him.

I spent all of my money with Bradley spoiling him for his birthday and returning the hospitality the family had shown me on my first trip here. I booked a holiday for us to Mombasa in the May 2017, he was very surprised and grateful, unfortunately, I was sporting a black eye, and was told to cover it when on the days out so as not to embarrass him.

On a few other occasions, given it was only when Bradley had been intoxicated with alcohol he became very controlling and aggressive towards me. Bradley has beaten me several times whilst I have been here residing in his apartment with him and has even bitten me in front of his family and friends which made me feel scared and I began to feel a little nervous of him.

Bradley, during this time, during another assault, also smashed my mobile phone and a window in his rented apartment, which he told me I had to pay for.

When Bradley smashed the window the landlord demanded 20,000 Kenyan shillings for the damage. Bradley had no money at the time and his mum pressured me to pay for the damages as we were together on the night it happened. I felt threatened and paid the 20,000 Shillings to the landlord.

At the end of May 2017, I received my last payment from work. I only received 40,000 shillings and out of that I paid 20,000 to the landlord for the damages and I gave Bradley 15,000 shillings to pay for my suitcase at the airport, which had needed additional tax paying before it would be released as it was so big and to buy me a new mobile phone as he broke mine and was unable to keep in contact with my family back in England. Bradley left the apartment and spent the money, I thought i lost my suitcase, as he didn't collect it and he didn’t return with any new phone for me to use neither.

On June 12th 2017, the night of the accident, I and Bradley had been drinking at a neighbour’s house. After drinking most of the day, we went back to his apartment. We got into an argument because I had found texts on his phone to other girls. Whilst arguing he pushed me and I fell to the ground and smashed my head off the floor. When I got up off the floor I was upset, distressed, frustrated and angry. I stormed to the balcony to get fresh air to calm down. I sat on the bar of the balcony and my foot slipped, I grabbed onto the railings and tried to pull myself up but I couldn’t and I fell 5 floors down to the ground floor. It happened so fast. When I landed on the ground I landed on my feet then fell on my side. I started screaming and Bradley and the neighbours rushed to my side. I was conscious but in a lot of pain. An ambulance was called and when arrived I was taken to Nairobi Women’s hospital. Bradleys mother Margaret Donovan came with me to the hospital. Bradley was arrested and went to the local station.

I was taken straight to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU).

Unfortunately, at the time of my fall, I didn’t have travel insurance. Something happened the week I was booked to return home, the night before, and I was unable to make the flight. i had no money and no access to my passport as it was taken off me. i didn't know what to do so I approached the British Embassy for help. i was told directly and unapologetically , that unless I was to pursue charges they were in no position to help. Not knowing at the time how to make contact with my family, with no money, no phone or mode of communication to use, and what the impact of that would have had on the family home I was staying at, I thought it would be too dangerous for me as I was told at the time, I would have to return back into the family home until arrangements were made to return me back to England. I couldn’t take the risk and went back to the apartment. They did give me around £30 in Kenyan Shillings though and told me I could come back if I wanted to have him arrested and they will then help me.

I did contact my family and informed them I was making arrangements to come home and could they help me. The week after, I came off the apartment block.

The hospital bill is currently nearing 3Million Kenyan Shillings, 21k, and its increasing every day. I am fully stranded and it’s becoming extremely depressing.

A lot of my family have been very supportive but short of paying the bill or helping me to pay the bill there isn’t much they can do as nobody is responding to their emails or phone calls as I am an adult, even though I have named certain members of the family and given them full consent to liaise on my behalf, I’m getting nowhere fast. My cousins, back in England have now set up this GoFundMe page to help raise the funds to help get me home. My mother and father are both unable to work due to different health concerns and disabilities and can’t afford to pay the bill only help me although nominally, it all adds up.

I have decided to split up with Bradley now. I have felt during and throughout my time lay here in hospital, as though my accident has been used to propel him into the spotlight to help further his growing carer and exploit me. And since being hospitalised Bradley and his mother have neglected me, they hardly come to visit me and they have made me feel unwelcome and alone. They have made up excuses after excuse about helping financially and have paid nothing towards the bill, but did purchase a wheelchair as that's something that they can show to be seen as though they are being supportive. They are all far more concerned with Bradley’s reputation and social standing and have limited if any concern for me and only made contact with my family 7 days after it happened. My family were have been and are still, very concerned for my welfare and wellbeing and were beyond frantic by the time they actually got to communicate.

Bradley’s mother had told my friends that I am a burden and that I won’t be allowed back into her home now. Even though I haven’t pressed charges or disclosed any of this information publicly or to the wider community until now. I mention this information now as it is relevant, and it wasn’t shared by Bradley when he made contact with the journalist regarding the previous public statement that was released in the media both here and back at home in England. I was in no position to challenge him at that time and having no family of my own here with me, as they are using the funds towards the bill rather than on flights to visit me when I can’t return with them and we cannot afford any additional accommodation costs. I am here alone, scared and almost feel like im being held hostage by this Hospital Bill.

Bradley set up a GoFundMe Page previously for me and wrote a story, although he failed to mention all of the above. The money the account raised was £220. I have asked him to withdraw it and pay the money to the hospital. The money needed to be withdrawn from the gofundme account by 15th September 2017. He has told me in our last communication that he has requested it and that he will be paying it directly to the hospital as soon as it’s released. He has now also paid the tax on my luggage and returned my suitcase to me at the hospital.

I would kindly appreciate any donation any person is wishing and willing to give, to please continue to do so, using this page.

This is in full control on my family members back in the UK England. Manchester.

I just want to come back home to Manchester. I hope you can help.

The longer I’m in hospital the more the bill will increase and the more it will feel impossible that I will ever leave.

Thank you to everyone that makes a donation.

Thank you to everybody that has already made a donation, enquired about my welfare through family members and have shown nothing but love and concern for me since you all found out what has happened and is still happening to me.

I understand that nobody trusted my statement nor my previous fundraising page and I completely understand why now in hindsight.

I don’t want to get Bradley in trouble, I don’t want to get anybody in trouble, including any official people that are supposed to be supporting me. I just want to come home. I just want to get back to my regular life. I want to get back to work. I just want to come home.

Please make contact with members of my family residing in Burnage, inbox my Facebook for the address to post funds if you don’t wish to use the page and they will update the account as and when. As I know there maybe people who aren’t that tech savvy or some that don’t have the cards to use on this site.

I appreciate all the help, communication and attention you raise for my cause.

I am genuinely stuck here, in stalemate until my finances are taken care of. I have nowhere else to turn and just don’t know what to do.

We are going to approach the hospital as a collective again but they have said without any funds to show, they are not open to communicating about or committing to any kind of payment plans or arrangements to help me stop the bill from rising even further.

I know it can be done and I know that we can do it – because I have no other way home.

I believe God Saved My Life that night and I believe with everybody's help, and God willing, I'll be back to 100% mobility and returned home safely."