About

My father was a village pastor, my mother is a primary school teacher. When I was born, I imagine they were excited, hehehe.

My father died soon after, precisely 3 years after I was born and so I didn’t get to know him in any substantial way. My mother who had just finished teaching college at the time, was left with 4 children to rear, myself and my 3 siblings. 

She had no money and my father’s job meant he had nothing my mother could inherit too. And so when my mother heard of a children’s home opening up in, Kisumu, a nearby town, and that the children’s home needed a boy from a destitute family below the age of 10 to complete the first bunch of kids they needed to open the home, mom picked me to go, either through fate or happenstance.

She figured that would at least ease the financial difficulty of raising all of us together, and man! I understand, I would have done the same thing in her shoes. 

And so that is to say, I grew up in a children’s home. I grew up away from my family and siblings. And boy was that tough! 

The children’s home was made of 20 children, 10 boys and 10 girls. And it just so happened that I was the youngest kid among the 20. 

We stayed in 2 rooms of 10 each, and the sexes were separated of course. 

We went to a nearby school and were allowed to visit our families in the village only during December. The rest of the year, we were at the children’s home.

Our relatives on the other hand were allowed to visit us during the Kenyan school holidays of April and August. 

And since many of them lacked the financial wherewithal to visit, they rarely did, and those who managed to visit could only stay for a few hours before they had to travel back to the village. 

I joined the Children’s home in 2001 at the age of 7 and left in December 2012 at the age of 18. All together 12 years. In many ways, the most difficult 12 years of my life.

Still, I’m thankful that I went to the children’s home, it made me the person I am today, it sharpened my intellect and elevated my language skills. I read so many books while at the children’s home and my ability to speak and write benefited massively from that. 

It is because of that place that I can express myself in this manner to you even, and I’m thankful for that. That is not to say that staying at the children’s home was a breeze. The stories I have about my time in that place are plenty enough to fit a novel. I won’t get into all that at this time.

I left the children’s home in 2012 and went back to the village. I had just completed my secondary school (High school) education.

Back at the village, I did all manner of menial jobs to keep busy including:

Joining a dance crew

I worked in a hotel as a housekeeper

Later on, I joined Moi University to pursue a degree in Hotel and Hospitality management. I studied for 2 years before that pesky adversary of mine returned to torment. Money;

My mom had no money to pay my tuition fees at university and my tuition arrears had piled one on top of another to a point where I couldn’t continue. 

And so in the second year of my four-year course at the University, I dropped out. 

Many difficulties later, I secured a position as a customer service representative for a Kenyan retail giant called Tuskys.

I worked with Tuskys for 2 years before my contract ended and was not renewed. 

Several difficulties later, I joined an Insurance firm called ICEA Lion and worked as a Life Sales Insurance Agent for 4 years.

I quit in 2023.  Watch the video attached above to understand.

Sometime during my 2nd year as an insurance agent, I started my YouTube channel. In my mind, it was the vehicle that would save me from poverty. It was the final frontier on which I would fight to gain my freedom. 

And so I continue my fight, 4 years down the line, I still believe that YouTube is the vehicle that in the spirit of my name “Ohuru which means freedom” will earn me my freedom.