I always thought I was building something real. I’m just a regular guy from Nairobi, working hard every day, dreaming of a better life. Then I met Lilian. She seemed so genuine, quiet, and pretty, always speaking softly. I fell hard. Felt like she was the one. She wasn’t working back then. She’d get upset, talking about how life wasn’t fair and how guys had taken advantage of her before. It hurt to see her like that. I wanted to step up, be different.
So I dipped into my savings. Opened a small cosmetics shop for her in town. Paid the rent upfront, stocked it with products, and got shelves, mirrors, and even some nice signage. Figured if she had her own thing going, it’d make her stronger and happier. Maybe more committed too. Things started off great. She’d thank me all the time and call me sweet names. I was proud, you know? Felt good helping her.
But then it shifted. Calls got fewer. When I’d stop by the shop, she’d seem irritated. Texts went unanswered. She’d say she was swamped with customers or just exhausted. One afternoon, I swung by unannounced. Saw this boda boda rider inside, chatting her up like old friends. He was leaning close, touching her arm. She spotted me and panicked a bit. “Just a customer,” she said quickly. My stomach dropped. Everything felt wrong right then. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=35779
