I was always curious, ambitious, and a little fearless—traits that often got me into trouble, especially with my older sister, Muthoni, who thought she had the right to control my every move.
It all started one hot afternoon at our family’s small maize farm. I had been speaking to Mr. Samuel Karanja, a young entrepreneur from Nairobi who had come to the village exploring investment opportunities.
It all started one hot afternoon at our family’s small maize farm. I had been speaking to Mr. Samuel Karanja, a young entrepreneur from Nairobi who had come to the village exploring investment opportunities.
We discussed business ideas, possible partnerships, and ways to improve local farming. I was excited, thinking about the possibilities. But then, out of nowhere, my sister appeared, her face red with anger.
“How dare you speak to him without telling me first?” she screamed, her voice echoing across the field.
“How dare you speak to him without telling me first?” she screamed, her voice echoing across the field.
Neighbors stopped what they were doing, staring at us. I froze, unsure how to respond. My heart was pounding, but instead of yelling back, I stayed silent. I let her fury pass, convinced that my ideas were worth more than an argument.
That silence became the turning point.CONTINUE READING.....................
That silence became the turning point.CONTINUE READING.....................
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