I can very clearly recall my graduation day. My mom screamed till she could no longer speak. Back in Siaya, my father killed a goat. With pride, they continued to proclaim, “Engineer wetu atatuinua.” The firstborn was me. A person with a degree. A future. However, no one was ready for the seven years of utter humiliation that ensued.
I applied for positions in parastatals, non-governmental organisations, and even small businesses in the industrial area. In my sleep, I printed resumes till I could smell toner. I participated in voluntary work, unpaid internships, and interviews. However, nothing ever materialised. Every time I got to the last part of a work, I would get the response, “We’ve gone with someone more experienced,” or worse, I would be abandoned. My classmates were hired by large corporations. I saw them move into better homes, take holidays, and purchase automobiles. To read more, click here.