I woke up that day feeling ready. Grabbed my suit, checked my papers one last time, and hopped on the matatu heading downtown Nairobi. This was it—the job I’d been after for months at a big finance firm. My head was clear, focused on nailing the questions.
Things went south quick. Traffic jammed up near Uhuru Highway, and the conductor didn’t shout my stop. Next thing I know, we’re past it. Heart racing, I yelled at the driver, but he just shrugged. I got off anyway, a block or two away, and ran back sweating through my shirt.
By then, the interview slot was gone. I slumped on the curb along Moi Avenue, staring at my phone, wondering why bad luck always picks the worst times. Felt like giving up right there.
Instead of heading home to Kiambu, I walked to clear my mind. Crowds gathered outside the building in the CBD. Police tape everywhere, officers milling about. Whispers spread fast—a huge fraud scheme got busted that morning. Cops raided just before my time, hauling out staff and even some applicants for grilling. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=36079
