In Embakasi, Kayole, and Rongai We Worked Day and Night, But the More We Hustled the More We Questioned If Effort Alone Was Enough

 

My name is John, and for most of my life, I believed that hard work was enough to make anyone rich. Growing up in Embakasi, Nairobi, I watched my parents work tirelessly—my father on construction sites, my mother running a small kiosk—and I thought that if I followed in their footsteps and worked harder than anyone else, I would succeed.

I took every opportunity I could find: tutoring kids in math, selling airtime cards, even doing odd jobs for neighbors. 

But no matter how hard I tried, my bank account barely grew, and I started to question if effort alone could ever bring me the life I dreamed of.

I wasn’t alone in my struggles. My friend Aisha, a schoolteacher in Kayole, felt stuck despite years of dedication.

She had earned promotions and accolades, yet her salary barely allowed her to save. David, another friend, ran a small transport business in Rongai. 

He worked day and night managing his boda-boda fleet but struggled to break even. All of us were exhausted, frustrated, and confused. 

We kept thinking that maybe there was something we were missing.read more......................

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