@naivas_kenya At Riruta store, you're blessed with many customers as evidenced in long queues at the cashier desks.
What's disappointing is the absence of a dedicated express counter for customers with 1 or 2 few items, expectant mums, elderly, differently abled persons.
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What scares me sometimes is realizing that money in this country moves in ways most of us never even imagine.
You grow up being told to work hard, go to school, be disciplined, apply for jobs, pray to God, and eventually, things will align. Then, one random night, you are sitting with people over drinks, and the conversation changes. Suddenly, people start talking business. Not biashara ya motivational speakers on TikTok. Real business. The kind of business that makes you pause and think, wait… this is how people are surviving?
And funny enough, they don’t even talk about it like a crime. They talk about it casually. Calmly. Like someone discussing football or rent.
I remember someone telling me about a guy who transports counterfeit drinks between towns. Not during the day. From around 1 a.m. to 3 a.m. Quiet hours. Calculated hours. The kind of movement where everyone involved already knows what’s happening without saying too much.
The way they described it sounded like those village stories:
“If you can steal a cow after it has been silenced and jump the fence without anyone noticing, then you can survive this job.”
And honestly, when you hear it explained properly, you realize this thing is organized. It’s not just one reckless guy with a Probox. It’s a whole system. There are manufacturers, transporters, warehouses, and police checkpoints to avoid, routes to calculate,people to call before moving. A whole cartel!
Like the way movies show drug networks and cocaine businesses. Only this one is happening quietly around us every day while we are busy tweeting motivation quotes.
And then the crazy part is the money
Someone can make thirty thousand shillings in one trip. One trip!
Meanwhile, another person is waking up at 4 a.m.every day to earn twenty thousand a month.
That’s when your brain starts fighting itself. Because morally, you know some of these things are wrong or dangerous. But economically, you also understand why people get tempted.
Then there’s another side of Kenya. Brokerage.
If you’ve ever needed a service in certain offices, ministries, courts, or government departments, you know there’s always “a guy.” There’s always someone who tells you:
“Usijisumbue. I know a guy who knows a guy.”
And somehow, documents move faster. Files appear.
Signatures happen. Processes unlock. You realize some people’s full-time careers are just knowing who to call. They survive entirely on connections, shortcuts, and access. Their office is basically WhatsApp and favors.
Then there are the online money people.
Forex.Crypto.Binance.
Graphs moving up and down on iPhones at 2 a.m.
I remember someone talking about a guy she dated who was always staring at trading charts. Always watching numbers moving like heartbeat monitors in hospitals. Then one day, he asked her if she knew people abroad who could help with some business setup. "Ata watano wenye hawaogopi biashara"
And the way these people talk, they make risk sound normal.
That’s when you realize maybe the country has two economies.
The official economy we were taught in school,
And the underground economy, everybody quietly survives through.
One follows rules, and the other follows opportunity.
And honestly, sometimes I sit and ask myself if fear is the only thing separating some of us from money.😅😅😅
Because Mimi, I know I’m scared. I overthink. I panic.
I imagine consequences before profits. Some people hear “high risk” and become excited.
I hear “high risk” and start preparing my apology statement. But still, there’s a part of me that wonders:
Will some of us stay stuck forever because we are too careful?
Maybe there are people becoming rich simply because they stopped fearing uncertainty. Maybe courage and recklessness are cousins. Maybe survival in this country sometimes demands a level of boldness that soft people cannot afford, or maybe fear is the only thing keeping some of us alive and free.I honestly don’t know.
I just know there are many ways money moves in this country, and sometimes the people making the most money are not the people following the straightest roads. And maybe that is the most uncomfortable truth of all.
Adui ni DCI😌