How I Turned My Husband’s Death and Debts into a Rich Life for Me and My Kids

When people see me now, driving my own car and running two successful businesses in Migori town, they think I’ve always had it easy. But I wish they knew the tears I’ve cried, the nights I went to bed hungry just so my children could eat, and the shame I carried for years after my husband died.

My name is Joyce. I’m a single mother of three. And this is my story.

I lost my husband five years ago in a road accident on the Nairobi-Kisumu highway. He died instantly. One moment I was a wife and homemaker, the next I was a widow, with three small children staring at me for answers I didn’t have.

We had built a small life together. He had just bought a Toyota Fielder for our taxi business, and we’d moved into a rental in Migori that made me feel proud. I thought we were on our way up.

But after his death, the truth started pouring in like acid.

The car wasn’t fully paid off. It was tied to a bank loan. The landlord told me my husband hadn’t paid rent in two months. His friends disappeared. The “relatives” who used to call us for nyama choma weekends started avoiding my calls. to read more click here