I never imagined that Catherine Mwende, my best friend since university, could betray me. We had shared everything—our hopes, our dreams, and even our darkest fears. From late-night study sessions at University of Nairobi to celebrating each other’s successes, I thought our friendship was unbreakable. I trusted her with my deepest secret: a plan I had been nurturing for years to start my own tech business in Nairobi’s Westlands area. She had encouraged me, given advice, and seemed genuinely excited for my future. But behind the smiles and reassurances, Catherine had other plans—plans that would leave me shattered.
For years, I had poured my life savings into developing software I believed could change local businesses’ lives. I shared every detail with Catherine, from my pitch deck to my client lists. She had insisted she could help me secure investors, promising connections and support. I never suspected that she had been using my trust as a shield while quietly undermining me. The first sign of trouble came when I noticed discrepancies in my accounts. Clients mentioned receiving emails from Catherine, offering services under her name. My contracts were being intercepted, my ideas subtly altered, and my credibility slowly eroded.…CONTINUE READING
