Listen, if you’re a lady hustling in Nairobi, Mombasa, Nakuru or Eldoret, you already know the monthly rent drama too well. End of month hits and your phone starts blowing up: “Faith, rent iko wapi?” Landlord at the door, neighbours peeping, heart in your throat. Some of these landlords don’t even wait for salary to hit M-Pesa; they want their money yesterday. That used to be 26-year-old Faith from Pipeline, Embakasi.
The girl was living on edge. She had this tiny receptionist job at a printing shop along Outer Ring, with a salary barely enough, yet every month was war with her landlord, Mr Kamau – the guy everyone in the plot feared. Delay by even a day, and he’d embarrass you in front of the whole block, shouting your name like you stole his cow.
One time Faith got really sick, delayed rent by just two days, and Kamau turned the corridor into a public meeting, shaming her until she cried herself to sleep. She’d pray for the month never to end. Then something wild happened. These days Faith doesn’t pay a single cent for rent, and the same Kamau who used to terrorise her now greets her with a smile, asks if she’s eaten, and even carries her shopping. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=34898
