I stood in my cosy CBD boutique in Nairobi, gazing at racks of unsold dresses. Rent loomed just days away, and my suppliers were knocking for payments I couldn’t make. I’d always dreamed of owning a fashion haven, but reality stung; some days, not a single soul walked in. My clothes were stylish and fairly priced, with discounts to boot, yet customers flocked to the shop across the hall. I started doubting myself, wondering if I was the problem.
The worst? The sinking guilt of borrowing from my big brother to start this dream and vowing to repay him in a year weighed heavily on me. Two years later, I was broke and teetering on shutting down to return to the village. One tough afternoon, I poured my heart out to my cousin. She listened, then said gently, “Sometimes, it’s not just business hiccups. Some folks might not want you to shine. I know someone, Dr Bokko, who can help.” Sceptical but desperate, I called him. His calm voice didn’t promise quick fixes. Instead, he asked about my journey, my struggles, and even my fears of sabotage. I opened up, hopeful for a new path. Continue Reading