Then came March 2024, the month I hit rock bottom. My wife left to stay with her mother because she was tired of our fights and my gambling losses. My landlord told me to either pay rent or leave.
My motorbike was taken by a lender I couldn’t pay. I was left with nothing but my broken spirit and a small phone full of betting apps.
I remember lying on the floor of my small house, staring at the ceiling, with tears in my eyes. That’s when an old friend, Marvin, called me. We hadn’t spoken in over a year.
He had once been in a worse situation than me, but now I saw him online showing off a new car and even buying land in Rongo. I asked him directly, “How did you turn your life around?”
His answer surprised me. “If I tell you the truth, promise me you won’t laugh,” he said.
“I promise.”