“I Returned to the Village Broke and Ashamed and What I Found at Home Broke Me Even More” Moses Reveals
My name is Moses, and I had always dreamed of making it big. Growing up in a small village in Homa Bay, I believed that hard work, ambition, and a willingness to take risks were the keys to a better life. After high school, I moved to the city, leaving behind my parents, siblings, and the home that had shaped me. I promised myself I would succeed and return one day to lift my family out of poverty.
The first few years in the city were filled with hope, hustle, and struggle. I took on odd jobs, worked late nights, and saved every shilling I could. I sent small amounts back home whenever I could, dreaming that one day, my sacrifices would pay off. But life in the city was tougher than I had imagined. Business deals fell through, friends betrayed me, and the savings I had accumulated slowly disappeared to cover urgent expenses I never planned for.
After several years, I found myself broke and humiliated. Pride was one thing, but the shame of returning home with empty hands was another. I avoided telling anyone about my struggles, imagining the disappointment on my parents’ faces. But eventually, I had no choice. I boarded a bus back to the village, heart heavy with fear and anxiety. I thought the worst that awaited me would be scolding or pity, but I had no idea how devastating the reality would be.
