In Eldoret, Kenya, my name is Daniel, and for many years my life was a story of shame and disappointment. I was known in my area as the man who worked hard but never succeeded. Friends laughed at me, relatives avoided me, and people dismissed my ideas before I even finished explaining them. No matter what I tried, money never stayed in my hands. I did everything society tells you to do. I worked long hours, saved small amounts, tried farming, retail business, and even boda boda work. Each time, something went wrong. Either losses came suddenly, customers disappeared, or unexpected expenses swallowed everything.
People who started after me became successful while I remained stuck. The mockery hurt more than the poverty itself. What confused me most was the pattern. Opportunities would appear, hope would rise, then everything would collapse without a clear reason. I began to feel like success was running away from me intentionally. At night, I would ask myself why my life was different despite my effort. Deep down, I felt something was blocking my progress.I tried practical solutions. I attended trainings, changed business locations, borrowed capital, and even partnered with others. Nothing worked. My confidence dropped, and I stopped attending social gatherings because I was tired of being compared to others. I had reached a point where I almost accepted that poverty was my destiny. Continue..
