My name is Samuel, and for years, poverty clung to me like a stubborn shadow. I was that man everyone in the village mocked. When I passed by, people whispered and laughed, calling me “Mzee Maskini.” My clothes were worn out, and I could barely afford a decent meal. I tried everything small businesses, farming, even casual labor but nothing ever worked. I would start something, and before it could grow, it collapsed. I began to believe I was cursed.
Life became unbearable. My wife left, saying she couldn’t keep living in misery. I was left alone in a leaking mud house, surviving on one meal a day. Each morning I watched my neighbors drive off in their new cars while I struggled to find 50 shillings for breakfast. The humiliation was too much. There were days I didn’t want to face the sun because I felt the world had rejected me.
Things reached a breaking point when I was thrown out of my rental shop for failing to pay rent. That night, I slept outside, staring at the stars and asking myself where I went wrong. I knew I was hardworking, but no matter how much effort I put in, money seemed to vanish. That’s when I decided I couldn’t continue living like that. I needed a breakthrough. To continue reading, click here.
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