I am a believer that money cannot buy happiness, but it is not bad to have some. I learned that lesson the hard way. For years, I struggled quietly, jumping from one hustle to another, surviving on hand-to-mouth income and pretending everything was fine. From Kisumu, I came to Nairobi with big dreams, only to meet harsh reality.
At first, life in the city humbled me. Rent, transport, food, and expectations drained me faster than I could earn. I tried office jobs, small biashara, and even promotions work, but nothing lasted. Each time money came, it left just as quickly. I noticed a pattern: no matter how hard I worked, I could not retain money.…CONTINUE READING
