My name is Mark, and for as long as I can remember, my life revolved around my family. Growing up in Kisumu, I watched my parents struggle to make ends meet, and I promised myself that when I grew older, I would do everything in my power to ensure their comfort and security. Over the years, that promise became my life’s mission.
After finishing school, I found work in the city. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid well enough to support my family back home. I sent money every month—school fees for my siblings, household bills, medical expenses, and even small luxuries for my parents. I often skipped personal pleasures, living frugally to make sure my family could live comfortably. I thought they appreciated my efforts. I believed my sacrifices were bringing us closer together.…CONTINUE READING
