I’m Makena, and I used to be that wide-eyed girl who truly believed in lifelong friendships. The kind where people laugh with you through the good times, hype up your wins, and guard your secrets like their own. I always chose to see the good in folks, trusting them without a second thought. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that openness could turn around and shatter me like it did.
Everything changed when I finally started my small handmade crafts business in Nairobi. I’d scraped and saved for years, juggling side gigs just to build up the capital. The excitement was real—I shared my big plans with a handful of work buddies and friends I thought were ride-or-die. One stood out: a pal I’d known since university. We’d shared countless meals, endless laughs, and celebrated each other’s milestones. I was sure her support would help my venture soar.
At the start, it felt perfect. She dished out advice, connected me with clients, and encouraged branching into fresh markets. I leaned on her completely, convinced she had my back. But slowly, red flags popped up—she’d “forget” key updates, misplace docs, or casually take credit for my ideas. I chalked it up to oversights, refusing to suspect foul play from a friend. Then the truth slammed into me: she’d quietly passed my entire plan to a competitor. They ripped off my designs, undercut prices, and stole my hard-earned customers. Shock, rage, deep betrayal—it all hit at once. Those friendly smiles and words of encouragement? Just a facade. She wasn’t in my corner; she was playing her own game for personal gain. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=35362
