Bahati ya Utajiri: From Broke and Mocked to Living in Abundance
My name is Collins, and there was a time in my life when even affording lunch felt like a luxury. I lived in a small bedsitter in Roysambu, surviving on casual jobs that paid barely enough to cover rent. Friends who once respected me slowly disappeared. Relatives avoided my calls. I remember attending a family gathering wearing the same old shoes I had repaired three times, listening to cousins whisper about my “lack of direction.” The shame was heavier than hunger.
I tried business after business—selling phone accessories, hawking clothes, even boda boda riding—but nothing seemed to stick. Every failed attempt chipped away at my confidence. One night, after being publicly mocked by a former classmate who had become successful, I felt something break inside me. I was tired of surviving. I wanted to thrive.
Through a friend, I sought guidance from a doctor who focused not just on spiritual alignment but discipline and mindset. I underwent sessions that forced me to confront my impatience and inconsistent habits. I was guided through cleansing rituals symbolizing the removal of stagnation, but more importantly, I was given strict principles: consistency, savings, and focused investment.
Months later, I started a small electronics supply chain linking Nairobi to suppliers in China. Slowly, profits grew. I reinvested instead of showing off. Today, I drive the car I once admired from a distance. The same relatives who whispered now ask for advice. Wealth did not come overnight—but when it came, it came with wisdom.
