Kevin Mbaluka’s tale stands out like a beacon in the vibrant chaos of Nairobi’s streets, where dreams clash with the daily grind. A few years back, he was just another heartbroken college kid, dreams shattered, hope in tatters. Fast-forward, and boom, Kevin’s jetting off in business class, rocking sharp designer threads, and steering a booming import gig that spans Kenya, Uganda, and Tanzania.
Wild, right? Kevin’s glow-up? It kicked off on one wild, stormy evening that flipped his script forever. He’d stormed into a university buzzing with ambition to engineer bridges, gadgets, and stuff that lasts. But halfway through the third year, reality crashed the party. A brutal illness struck his mom, the family’s rock and sole earner. Debts snowballed, so Kevin bailed on books to nurse her. When she slipped away, it was like the lights went out for good.
“Man, I swear I was jinxed,” he chuckles now, eyes twinkling. “I hustled my tail off, job apps vanishing into the void, side gigs like hawking outfits or whipping up flyers, but every time? Zilch, just losses stacking up. Pals zipped ahead; I was glued in mud.” It wasn’t only the empty pockets gnawing at him. Nah, it felt like some invisible wall, some sneaky force, slamming doors shut left and right. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=34304