Leave That Job, It’s Dangerous, My Father Warned Me — I Ignored Him, Only to Discover a Secret That Changed My Future
My name is Kevin Mwangi, born and raised in Kiamariga Village, Nyeri County, a place where tea bushes stretch endlessly and news travels faster than the wind. My father was a quiet, disciplined man who rarely raised his voice. So the day he grabbed my arm, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, “Leave that job. It’s dangerous,” I knew he meant it. But I was 26, broke, and tired of depending on people. I shrugged him off, packed my small bag, and boarded a matatu to Nairobi—convinced that fear was the only thing holding him back.
The job was at a private logistics company located deep in Industrial Area. The pay was good by village standards, and no one asked too many questions—as long as work was done on time. At first, everything seemed normal. I was assigned night shifts, handling deliveries that came in after midnight. But soon, small things began to bother me. Trucks with no number plates. Packages that were never recorded. Men who spoke in whispers and avoided eye contact. Whenever I asked questions, my supervisor would smile and say, “Do your job, young man.”…CONTINUE READING
