Dr Bokko Mentioned My Name and My Problem Without Me Saying a Single Word
My name is Peter Otieno, and I live in Umoja Estate, Nairobi, near Umoja Innercore. I work as a matatu sacco clerk at Kayole Junction, a job that depends heavily on trust, accuracy, and peace of mind. For a long time, my life looked normal from the outside. I woke up early, went to work, came home, and slept. But inside, I was carrying a heavy problem I had never shared with anyone—not even my wife Alice Otieno, who works at a salon in Buruburu.
For nearly two years, I had been stuck. No promotion, no progress, no savings. Every time an opportunity came close, it slipped away mysteriously. I applied for transfers, they failed. I tried small side businesses, they collapsed quickly. Even my health changed. I felt tired all the time, anxious without reason, and constantly uneasy, especially at night. Still, I told no one. I am a private person, and I believed problems should be handled quietly.…CONTINUE READING
