Six years ago, I stepped out of the graduation hall with a degree in Human Resource Management clutched in my hands, my heart full of dreams and expectations. I truly believed opportunities were waiting for me — that soon, I’d be working in an office and finally giving my mother the comfortable life she had long deserved.
But life took a different turn.
For six relentless years, I submitted countless job applications, knocked on doors, and stood in endless interview queues, only to hear the same empty promise: “We’ll get back to you.” What started as hope turned into despair. Rejection chipped away at my confidence. With no income and growing expenses, I resorted to selling boiled eggs on the streets of Nairobi — just to stay afloat. To read more, Tap Here
