Based in Nairobi, I watched opportunity after opportunity pass me by while my inbox remained painfully silent. No interview calls. No rejection emails. Just silence. It was as if my applications disappeared into a void.
I revised my CV countless times, attended free career workshops, and asked friends to review my cover letters. Each improvement gave me temporary confidence, but after weeks turned into months and months into years, frustration set in.
I revised my CV countless times, attended free career workshops, and asked friends to review my cover letters. Each improvement gave me temporary confidence, but after weeks turned into months and months into years, frustration set in.
I began questioning my qualifications, my choices, and even my self-worth. It was hard not to take the lack of response personally.
Family members often asked when I would finally “get something stable.” Friends moved on with their careers, sharing promotions and milestones, while I nodded and smiled, hiding my disappointment.
Family members often asked when I would finally “get something stable.” Friends moved on with their careers, sharing promotions and milestones, while I nodded and smiled, hiding my disappointment.
Some days, I avoided conversations altogether because explaining my situation felt exhausting. The emotional weight of constant rejection—or worse, complete disregard—was heavier than the financial strain.
There were moments I nearly gave up. I considered settling for paths that didn’t align with my goals, just to escape the endless waiting.
There were moments I nearly gave up. I considered settling for paths that didn’t align with my goals, just to escape the endless waiting.
But deep down, I knew I wanted a career, not just a job. So I kept applying, even when it felt pointless. I treated applications like a full-time commitment, setting targets and holding myself accountable.Continue reading.............................
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