For many years, betting was my way to escape. Like many young men trying to support my family, I would gamble, hoping to win big money that would change my life.
But no matter how “sure” I felt about the games, I always lost. It became a cycle: bet, lose, hope, and repeat.
I worked as a boda rider in Kisumu. My money was barely enough to feed my family, pay rent, and keep my bike running. Still, every day, I would set aside at least 500 shillings, hoping to turn it into more.
But it never happened. I started to owe money to betting apps, my friends, and even lenders. I kept thinking, “Just one more game… I can feel it.”
But that feeling was always wrong. Every time… Continue Reading