Life in Embu had not been kind to me. For months, I moved from one small hustle to another, earning barely enough to survive.
Every evening I sat with my friend Kamau, complaining about how others were progressing while we remained stuck. Slowly, bitterness grew in my heart.
I began convincing myself that opportunities were for the lucky and shortcuts were for the brave. One cold Thursday night, we made a reckless decision.
We targeted a small wholesale shop owned by an elderly man who lived alone near the market. ...CONTINUE READING