How I found love in Nairobi after 15 heartbreaks still surprises me when I think about it. My name is Grace; I’m 38, and I live on Ngong Road. For years, every relationship I tried ended the same way: pain, lies, ghosting, or just slow drifting apart until nothing was left. By the fifteenth time, I was exhausted. I stopped counting the tears. I started asking myself hard questions at 3 a.m. Was I the problem? Did I pick the wrong people every time? Or was real love simply not meant for me?
Friends kept saying, ‘Take a break, work on yourself, learn to love being alone.’ I tried. I went to the gym, took evening classes, and travelled to Naivasha alone on weekends. Self-love sounded good in theory, but it felt empty when another birthday passed without someone real to share it with. I grew careful. Too careful. A new message on my phone would spark hope for a day, then fear would take over. I would pull back before anything could hurt me again. The walls got higher.
Then, in early 2024, a friend invited me to a small barbecue in Kilimani. That’s where I met Kevin. Nothing dramatic happened. We just talked about work, traffic, and our favourite nyama choma places. He didn’t push. He didn’t disappear. We met again for coffee. Then again. He listened when I finally told him about the past heartbreaks. He didn’t try to fix me. He just stayed consistent. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=36538
