It was one of those days when everything seemed to be going wrong. I had just lost my job, bills were piling up, and I didn’t even know how I was going to feed my two children that week. Still, I gathered the little money I had left and went to the supermarket, hoping to buy just the basics a packet of flour, some milk, and bread. As I pushed the trolley through the aisles, I kept calculating and recalculating every item, terrified that I might not have enough at the counter.
When I finally got there, I felt my throat tighten as the cashier announced the total. I was short by a few hundred shillings. I smiled awkwardly and started removing some items to fit what I had. That moment was humiliating. I could feel people behind me getting impatient, their eyes burning into my back. Then, out of nowhere, a man standing two customers behind me walked forward and said, “Don’t remove anything. I’ll cover the bill.”…CONTINUE READING
