“I Heard My Mother Telling My Father How I Don’t Want to Help Them, Yet I Built Them a KSh 13 Million House,” Rich Man Shares
I have always believed that success comes with responsibility, but nothing prepared me for the emotional storm that came with helping my own parents. Growing up, I watched my parents struggle to make ends meet. My father worked tirelessly, and my mother tried her best to manage our home. They loved me, but life was hard. I promised myself that if I ever became successful, I would make them proud and comfortable, no matter what.
Years passed, and I worked hard to build my life. I studied, hustled, and invested wisely. I started from nothing, living day by day, dreaming of the day I could give my parents a life they had never known. Slowly, I built wealth — a business empire, luxury cars, a comfortable lifestyle — everything a man dreams of achieving. I never forgot my promise to my parents, but I also knew the delicate balance between generosity and resentment.
The first time I noticed the tension was subtle. I had saved enough to finally sit my parents down and tell them I wanted to build them a home. I wanted it to be grand, a house they could be proud of, a house that could reflect the love and sacrifice they had shown me all these years. I imagined their joy, their tears of gratitude, the smiles on their faces. I never imagined that the reality would feel so complicated.
One evening, I overheard my mother talking to my father. I had gone to the kitchen to get a drink, and I heard her words clearly. “He doesn’t want to help us. He only thinks of himself. All this wealth is for him, not for us.”
I froze. My heart sank. Every dream I had about making their lives better suddenly felt heavy. I wanted to confront her, to explain my love, but something inside told me to stay silent. I didn’t want to start a war of words that could hurt the family I had built this wealth for.
