A Busy Afternoon
Niss was busy washing her youngest child’s school uniform. Monday was tomorrow, and the clothes had to be ready and ironed before bedtime. The sun was already low, casting long shadows across the yard. They had returned from church only 20 minutes earlier.
Yes, these village churches—services often ran late. Today, the pastor had been recounting a five-year visit to her mother-in-law. Niss had left early because her daughter was sick. After what felt like a 10-hour prayer session from the pastor’s wife, her little girl was finally feeling better.
She had asked her daughter to wash the uniforms the day before, but kids these days… well, they didn’t always listen. Niss hung the last uniform on the line and thought, “Thank God she’s fine now.”
Maybe she should call the headmaster to explain that her daughter might miss school. But wait—the headmaster had been at church too. Surely he understood.
The Weight Of Responsibilities
Her mind wandered to other pressing matters:
- School fees were unpaid.
- She owed Ksh. 40,000 to her chama.
- The monthly siblings’ meeting was coming up.
- Her other 4 kids will soon be home for the holidays.
- Her father had just left the hospital, and her mother needed support.
- Kadzo’s wedding was coming, and she hadn’t contributed yet.
Life was heavy. “I need money. And I need it fast. Otherwise, I might die in this village,” she muttered.
Villagers might think life here is easy—food everywhere, no one goes hungry. But Niss knew better.
A Glimmer Of Hope
Later that night, while preparing supper and scrolling through Facebook, a familiar page caught her eye: Secret Layers.
She had seen it before, but now it struck her—this could be her way out. The guide promised practical steps to earn more money, learn business, and take control of your life.
Her heart raced. She wanted to try, but reality hit: no money, no experience, no one to borrow from, and she was in debt.
This layers thing looks risky, she thought.
How do you feed birds for 4.5 months without a single egg?
What if they die?
What if I run out of money?
I didn’t even do well in primary mathematics,how can I do business… Never mind. It’s for the rich.
A Daughter’s Plea
“Maaa!” her daughter called, panic in her voice.
“We have a trip to Gedi ruins next week! I don’t want to miss it like the previous one!”
Niss’s chest tightened. Where was she going to get the money?
“You won’t.”She mumbled.
There it is.The dangerous promise.
Could she keep it this time?
She returned to the table, pushed aside the ironing, and opened her phone. She typed “Secret Layers” into the search bar, hit follow, and scrolled until she found the post she had been looking for:
“Make a commitment and write it down. Date it. Sign it.”
She smiled at the playful advice about cutting a finger and using a drop of blood like Ghost Rider. Just kidding!
The Commitment
Niss grabbed a notebook and wrote:
03 September 2025
I need to have money. I commit to keeping layers and making enough to support my family. I don’t want to disappoint my daughter.
Signature.
Relief washed over her. A burden lifted from her chest. A knife that had been half-stabbed into her heart seemed to vanish.
She had no idea what lay ahead. She didn’t know the challenges, the risks, or the mistakes she might make. But she had made her choice. She had committed, and she had taken the first step.
And sometimes, the first step—though hardest—is all you need to begin.
Your Turn
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