I’m Daniel Mwangi, and let me tell you, I used to think true friends were the best shield in life. Living in Nakuru, I’d poured almost ten years into building my transport company from scratch. No silver spoon for me—just pure grit, early mornings, late nights on those bumpy roads, and a lot of sacrifices to make it work.
The guys I trusted most? They weren’t outsiders. These were the fellas who’d eat at my table, play with my kids, crack jokes that had everyone roaring, and always call me “bro”. I honestly thought those big smiles meant we were solid. We’d started out hustling in the matatu scene together. As my business picked up, I figured we were all rising. I let them in on everything—bank details, big decisions—and even hooked them up with my suppliers and clients. Loyalty was my thing; I truly believed real success meant pulling your people up with you.
But man, I had no clue they were quietly figuring out how to tear it all down. It crept in slowly. Clients suddenly ghosted me, no reasons given. Suppliers dragged their feet, muttering about “rumours they’d heard”. I shrugged it off as normal ups and downs at first. Then, one quiet evening in my office off Kenyatta Avenue, a good client rang and hit me with, “Daniel, what’s the fuss about you scamming folks and vanishing?” My stomach dropped. I’d never pulled anything like that. Right then, it clicked—someone close was sabotaging me. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=35433
