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
At home, tension grew. Alice complained that I had changed. She said I was distant and always lost in thought. I wanted to explain, but I did not even understand what was happening to me. There was no clear mistake I could point to. No big argument. No scandal. Just a slow sinking feeling that my life was being held back by something invisible.
