I don’t know how many times I stared at my M-Pesa balance, hoping it would magically increase. That day, it read Ksh 17. I was a 29-year-old jobless man, living in a single-room rental on the outskirts of town. My landlord had threatened to kick me out, my girlfriend had stopped picking my calls, and I hadn’t eaten anything substantial in almost two days.
But that morning, something in me refused to give up. I walked to my neighbor’s house, a man I barely talked to, and begged for Ksh 500. I told him it was for food. In reality, I used it to place one last bet. A multi-bet, 9 teams, impossible odds. I didn’t even follow football that closely anymore. I just picked randomly… and prayed to continue reading click here.
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