My name is Duncan. I’m 34 years old and from Nyahururu. For years, I carried folders filled with job applications. I knocked on office doors until my shoes had holes. Nothing worked. I watched my peers rise while I stayed stuck, broke, and frustrated.People said, “Just pray.” Others mocked me behind my back
Even my own family started treating me like a burden. “Kijana mkubwa na bado unaomba fare?” my uncle once said during a family gathering.But deep down, I knew I was meant for more.In 2023, something shifted. I had applied for a government job at a major parastatal in Nairobi, the kind of job that comes once in a lifetime. I didn’t even tell anyone.To read more, click here
