I Failed 12 Times Trying to Join the Police — Until I did this and My Life Changed Forever
For many years, my life was a long road of disappointment, shame, and silent tears. I was born and raised in a humble home, just like many young Kenyans who dream of wearing the police uniform one day. From a young age, I admired police officers. I loved their discipline, their courage, and the respect they commanded in society. I told myself, “One day, I will wear that uniform.” I didn’t know that the journey would break me before it rebuilt me.
After finishing school, I prepared myself fully for the police recruitment. I trained my body, read motivational books, and prayed every night. When the first recruitment day came, I was confident. I met all the physical requirements, passed the fitness tests, and even impressed some officers. But when the final list came out, my name was missing. I was confused but hopeful. I told myself, “Maybe next time.”
That “next time” came again… and again… and again.
I applied 12 times.
Each time, I prepared harder. I woke up earlier, ran longer distances, and followed every instruction. Friends who trained with me got selected. Some were even less prepared than me. Yet I was always left behind. People started laughing at me. Others said I was cursed. Some said I should give up and look for another path in life.
The pain was heavy.
I remember one day sitting alone in my small room, staring at the wall, asking God why my life was like this. My parents were tired of encouraging me. Even my friends stopped asking how recruitment went. Deep inside, I felt useless. I avoided family gatherings because everyone had the same question:
