Nestled by the shimmering shores of Lake Victoria in the vibrant chaos of Kisumu, Evans Otieno zipped through the dusty backstreets on his trusty old boda boda. This young hustler had little to his name, just that rumbling bike and a head full of big dreams. From dawn to dusk, he’d weave passengers from the lively Kondele markets to the heart of the CBD, all while whispering to himself that his breakthrough was just around the corner. Fate, though, loves a twist.
It all sparked on a drizzly afternoon when Evans spotted Millicent, a radiant boutique owner from a cushy family background, stranded with her stalled car near Kibuye Market. He hopped off his bike, loaded her shopping bags, and charmed her with his easy grin. Sparks flew, or so he thought. Weeks later, mustering courage, he poured out his heart. But Millicent’s gentle smile faded into a kind rejection: “Evans, you’re sweet, but our worlds? They’re miles apart.” Ouch.
It stung like a sudden downpour. Undeterred, our resilient rider kept showing up at her shop each sunset, grabbing a trinket here, a scarf there, anything for a stolen smile. Months dragged on, though. She’d glide past in fancy rides with suited suitors, jetting off to sun-soaked Mombasa beaches, while Evans scraped by on pocket-change fares. Then, serendipity struck. Eavesdropping on two chatty folks in Manyatta one twilight drop-off, he caught whispers of a game-changing traditional healer. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=34202