I remember the day vividly. I was sitting on the cracked wooden bench outside my small rented apartment in Rongai, Nairobi, telling my friends about my dream to build my own empire from scratch. “You’ll never make it, Kevin,” one of them said, shaking his head. Another laughed outright. “Stop wasting your time. Some people are just not meant to succeed.” At the time, their words stung more than I wanted to admit. I had nothing—no savings, no family support, barely a stable job—and yet, deep inside, I knew I couldn’t give up. The fire to succeed, to prove them wrong, was burning too brightly in me to ignore.
For years, life tested me relentlessly. I tried launching small businesses—selling electronics, doing odd jobs, even dabbling in online freelancing—but failure seemed to follow me like a shadow. I faced rejection after rejection: banks denied me loans, clients refused my services, and opportunities I thought were golden slipped through my fingers. Nights were the hardest. I would sit alone in my tiny apartment, staring at the ceiling, wondering why life was so unfair. I questioned myself constantly. “Am I really cut out for this?” I would ask, the silence my only answer. But through it all, I clung to the dream of building something that was truly mine. Something that could not be taken away, no matter what life threw at me.…CONTINUE READING
