Kenya, Aug. 8 -- Dreams don't lie, and mine were attempting to save me. I'm not sure who needs to hear this. For years, when I went to sleep, I would see myself signing million-shilling agreements, driving fancy vehicles, living in mansions, and making inspirational speeches. I'd be happy when I woke up. I would even become irate when I realised I was still confined to my one room in Kayole, eating salty, dry ugali, since the dreams felt so real. In reality, however, everything was collapsing.
I had an IT diploma and was actively looking for a job, but I was rejected. I applied everywhere, including supermarkets, computer businesses, and banks. I seemed to be invisible. My college friends were making progress. One had launched a profitable company. Another was hired by a large NGO. Me? I was going under. Family pressure, unpaid rent, and the incessant query, "Bro, kwani ulirogwa?" However, those bright, hopeful, and vivid dreams continued to come. To read more, click here.
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