The business was doing great until the company that would buy our rabbits collapsed in 2014.īut then something tremendous happened in 2015 my mother was awarded the Best Woman in Agriculture in Kirinyaga County. Did you also know that rabbit urine is very good for coffee plants? I harvested their urine and sold that too. One day I read in the newspaper again (every farmer should read Seeds Of Gold, in Nation newspaper) that the money was in rabbits. My quail business flopped my third heartbreak. Then the market flooded with quail eggs, and suddenly it didn’t make any business sense. I built a wooden structure and I started with 100 quails, then 1,000 more quails. One day, I read in the newspaper that quail egg business was doing well. For the next few months, I did chores the whole day and helped my mother in the shamba. And so when I arrived in 2012, on a chilly morning, carrying a five-month-old baby and two massive bags with all my life’s possession, I felt like I had failed myself and my parents. I had a very happy childhood but going back to the village wasn’t something easy for me to do. Father, he had lost his military job in Nanyuki after the 1982 coup and had come to the village to start from nothing. 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.