I would have laughed it off if someone had informed me in my first year of college that I would eventually arrive at school in a German machine. I could not have afforded data packages at the time, much less a car like an Audi. However, life changed quickly and unexpectedly. I’m Derrick, and I attended Kenyatta University as an ordinary student. I was raised in a modest household in Kakamega. I frequently missed meals or sold my phone credit to make ends meet since my parents found it difficult to provide me with maintenance money.
I just owned one pair of pants and was terrified of the next semester since I was unsure of how I would pay for it. I can still clearly recall the day I was too embarrassed to enter the lecture classroom late wearing ripped shoes, so I stood outside. Something broke inside of me that day. I had had enough of pleading and embarrassment. I need a modification. However, I had no idea how or where it would appear… CONTINUE READING
