I was broke. Truly broke. Living paycheck to paycheck in the heart of Nairobi, Kenya, I felt like the world had forgotten about me. Every morning, I would wake up in my tiny, rented studio apartment in Kayole, listening to the chaotic sounds of the city outside—matatus honking, vendors shouting, and children laughing—while inside, I was silently drowning in debt.
Friends and family had long stopped asking how I was doing; I think they assumed I was just another failed dreamer. My savings were non-existent, and the few opportunities that came my way seemed to slip through my fingers as if I were cursed. I had dreams of financial independence, of being able to provide for my younger siblings, but every attempt ended in disappointment.…CONTINUE READING
