I still remember the first day I met Mama Wangari, my mother-in-law. She was sharp-tongued and critical, with a knack for spotting flaws that no one else seemed to notice. From the moment I stepped into her home in Kasarani, Nairobi, she made it clear that she didnโt believe in me. โYou will never amount to anything,โ she said coldly, her eyes narrowing as if to confirm my future failures. My husband, Peter, looked uncomfortable but didnโt intervene. At the time, her words stung, but I tried to focus on building a life with Peter rather than proving her wrong.
For years, Mama Wangari made it her mission to undermine me. Every achievement I shared was met with scoffs or comparisons to others she considered superior. My first job, my modest savings, and even my ideas for business ventures were dismissed as โimpossibleโ or โfoolish.โ At family gatherings, she would laugh at my clothes, my meals, even the way I carried myself. It was exhausting and humiliating, but I refused to let her bitterness dictate my path. I poured my energy into learning, working hard, and quietly building the foundation for something greater.…CONTINUE READING