The murmurs came quickly and loudly as I first began to rise. “He signed up for a cult.” “He’s probably practising witchcraft.” “No one simply makes that much money by promoting Mkokoteni.” Initially, I chuckled. I believed it to be typical jealousy. My own pals, however, stopped returning my calls after that. I was no longer invited to family gatherings by my cousins. When they noticed me, a few neighbours would cross the street. It had lost its humour.
I’ll be honest with you. Derrick is my name. Life was never simple in Kisumu, where I was born and reared. I pushed a mkokoteni in Kondele for years, working for money while perspiring in the sun. I occasionally went days without eating anything but uji and a cooked egg while I was living in a mabati shanty in Obunga. To read more click here.
How I Gained Wealth Fast, People Thought I Was Sacrificing
