Kenya, Sept. 9 -- Looking at my life now-thriving, prosperous, and unstoppable-it's difficult to imagine how close I was to losing it all. Here's a tough lesson I learnt: sometimes, the people you share meals with, laugh with, or even call family are the ones secretly rooting for your downfall. I discovered this harsh reality firsthand, witnessing the collapse of my business, the disappearance of my savings, and the entanglement of my name in rumours, until I confronted the disheartening reality: a few of my own relatives were diligently striving to keep me impoverished.
I used to be a proud businessman in Thika, running a bustling wholesale shop I built from the ground up. My goods stocked shelves across estates and supplied local dukas. Cash was rolling in, and I felt on top of the world. But I made a rookie mistake-I trusted too much and flaunted my wins. Whenever I visited my village, I'd show up with bags of shopping, treat everyone to drinks, and even cover school fees for cousins. I believed I was sharing kindness, but instead, I was provoking jealousy. To read more, click here.
Published by HT Digital Content Services with permission from Bana Kenya.