You know, I always figured that being kind and helping people out was just the decent thing to do—it never crossed my mind that it could backfire so badly. I’m Isaac Kibet, a young guy running an agribusiness up in Nandi Hills, Nandi County. For ages, I lived by the idea that lifting others up, no matter what, was worth it. But man, that mindset nearly wrecked everything I’d built when someone I pulled out of the gutter stabbed me in the back.
Back in 2017, this fellow named Dennis Cheruiyot showed up in town hunting for odd jobs. He was basically homeless, broke, and lost. I couldn’t just look away—I gave him a spot to crash, food to eat, and eventually a proper job on my little tea and dairy farm. As things picked up, I brought him deeper in: dealing with suppliers, overseeing the team, even letting him handle some sensitive stuff. To me, he wasn’t just staff; he felt like family.
But success breeds weird vibes sometimes. Dennis started second-guessing my calls, craving more credit, and quietly badmouthing me to the workers. I brushed it off, thinking true bonds would win out over jealousy. Then chaos hit: milk vanishing from deliveries, buyers swearing they’d paid when they hadn’t, nasty rumors flying around Kapsabet that my operation was tanking. Suddenly, debts piled up, and I was lost in the mess—while Dennis played the supportive role perfectly.
That’s when Mzee Samuel Tanui, a cooperative chairman, spotted me struggling at a meeting and suggested I talk to Dr. Bokko. When I finally opened up to him, he really heard me out and broke it down: betrayal hits hardest from those nearest you, especially when your wins shift the balance. His tip? Watch silently, lock down your documents, and skip the heated showdowns. Honestly, that guidance kept me from total disaster. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=35287
