My name is Simon, and for as long as I can remember, I worked tirelessly to build a better life. Growing up in Kisumu, opportunities were scarce, but I refused to let that define me. Every achievement, every milestone I reached, I celebrated quietly, knowing that not everyone around me would be genuinely happy for my success. Little did I know that some people were not only pretending to support me—they were quietly plotting to tear everything down.
At first, I noticed subtle signs. Colleagues, friends, and even distant relatives congratulated me politely, but their eyes betrayed something else: envy. When I shared a personal achievement—a promotion, a successful business deal, or even a small win—they would smile outwardly but gossip behind my back. I brushed it off, thinking it was just harmless jealousy, but I had no idea how deep their resentment ran.…CONTINUE READING
