I was born and raised in Kisii, in a very humble home where life was always a daily struggle, and most of my childhood was defined by poverty.My parents were hardworking people, but even with their efforts, putting food on the table was not guaranteed, and school fees always came late, which meant I often missed classes.
From a young age, I had a love for football. Every evening, I would play barefoot with other boys on the dusty pitch near our village, using a ball we made by tying polythene bags together.To me, football was not just a game but an escape from the hopelessness that poverty sometimes made me feel. To read more,click here
