My name is Peter, and for years, I had nothing. No money, no connections, no one to support me. Growing up in Kayole, Nairobi, I watched my friends and neighbors move ahead—starting businesses, landing stable jobs, buying homes—while I struggled just to cover rent and food. I tried multiple jobs: selling airtime, running errands, tutoring kids in my neighborhood, but it felt like every effort led to dead ends. I began to think that maybe success just wasn’t meant for people like me.
I wasn’t the only one feeling trapped. My friend Aisha, a schoolteacher in Embakasi, had spent years climbing her career ladder. Despite her promotions, she could barely save anything. Another friend, David, ran a small boda-boda transport business in Rongai. He worked day and night managing his fleet but barely made enough to cover expenses. Like me, they were watching the world move ahead while we stayed stuck.…CONTINUE READING
