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.
That night, I didn’t even bother checking the results. I slept early, half hoping I’d wake up to a new day, and half wishing I wouldn’t wake up at all.
But what happened the next morning changed everything.
At 6:14 AM, I was woken up by a vibration. My phone had gone mad, M-Pesa notifications, betting messages, calls from unknown numbers. At first, I panicked. Then I saw it: “Congratulations! You have won Ksh 2,600,000. Please visit our office for payment processing.” Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=34120
