For many years, betting was my escape. Like many young men trying to make ends meet, I’d turn to betting hoping for that one big win that would change my life. But no matter how “sure” the games were, no matter how confident I felt, I always ended up losing. It became a cycle, bet, lose, hope, repeat.
I was a boda rider in Kisumu. My income was barely enough to feed my family, pay rent, and keep the bike running. Yet every day, I’d spare at least 500 shillings hoping to turn it into something more. It never happened. I began accumulating debts from betting apps, friends, and even shylocks. I kept telling myself, “Just one more game… I can feel it.” to read more click here
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