I was close to my father because, growing up as the third child, my mom would leave me with him as she went to the farm. What would you do if you were me? Pack your tail between your legs and go back home, that’s what. So there, I had no marriage, no business. It was a sizable amount of money and soon, my business gave way at the knees and crumbled under the rubble of my dreams. (The universe was sending me many signals). He also carried a briefcase for the meeting, in 2010. I supplied computers to a gentleman with a bad suit. The second heartbreak I lost the business. But at least I was a businesswoman, right? The marriage that was slowly coming apart from the seams finally came undone. I also got a child, a baby boy, the bouncing type, and I was happy for a while. I opened a small computer shop in a mall. But the city had its trump card up its sleeve I couldn’t secure a job. I also had dreams to change my destiny as any village girl should. I had a bachelor’s degree in Information Technology (IT) at Kenyatta University. Like many who had attained university education, I had migrated to the city of lights from a little village called Kamutira in Kirinyaga County, Kenya. Marriages end all the time, yes, but for me, it wasn’t just a marriage that ended, it was a process, a big happily-ever-after plan that had ended.
