My name is Martin, born and raised in the dry side of Mbeere, Embu County where dreams die early and poverty is inherited like land.
I was the clever type in primary school, but life slapped me hard in college. I dropped out in my second year after my HELB loan delayed and my mother couldn’t raise even KSh 4,500 for my hostel.
I went back home a failure. Headlines in the village changed from “our bright boy” to “huyo kijana wa mama Kamene ameharibikiwa.”
For two years, I tried everything mjengo, hawking belts in Embu town, even loading miraa at Kiritiri stage but nothing worked. Forex was my last hope.
I watched YouTube videos, joined Telegram signals, borrowed money for accounts… but every time, I blew accounts like a cursed man. I started believing maybe success was for people from “better families,” not me.
The worst day was when my younger sister asked, “Kwani forex si hujua?”
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