My name is Anthony Ouma, and I live in Embakasi, Nairobi, near Pipeline. I work as a small logistics agent, connecting shop owners with transporters moving goods from Gikomba to different estates. For years, my work paid the bills. I was not rich, but I managed. Then money started slipping through my hands in a way I could not explain.
It began slowly. I would earn, but by the end of the week, nothing remained. Emergencies appeared from nowhere. Debtors delayed payment. Transport deals collapsed at the last minute. I borrowed to survive, promising myself I would recover soon. Instead, the situation worsened. My wife Ruth Achieng noticed I had become anxious and withdrawn. Our home felt tense. I stopped planning because every plan failed.…CONTINUE READING
