When I first started rising, the whispers came loud and fast.
“He’s joined a cult.”
“He must be doing witchcraft.”
“No one just gets rich like that from pushing mkokoteni.”
At first, I laughed. I thought it was normal jealousy. But then my own friends stopped picking my calls. My cousins stopped inviting me for family functions. Some neighbors would cross the road when they saw me. It wasn’t funny anymore.Let me tell you the truth.My name is Derrick. I was born and raised in Kisumu, and life was never easy. For years, I pushed mkokoteni in Kondele, sweating in the sun for coins. I lived in a mabati shack in Obunga.To read more,click here
