Beyond Limits

I’ve been journeying with a young woman named Rhodah, my mentee, who has submitted over 50 job applications this year alone. So far 4 rejections?  Not a single yes. Even when we have tried alternative routes — training programs, volunteer placements, anything to create a pathway — the doors remained shut. About seven regrets came in for even sponsored learning opportunities. Nothing seemed to give. And it got me thinking: What goes on in the mind of a person who keeps pushing but meets one closed door after another ? What does it do to one’s spirit when, despite doing everything right — praying, applying, networking, trusting — nothing seems to shift? I thought about those in leadership positions — the pressure is even worse. You’re expected to be strong, to be the light, yet sometimes your own phone stays silent. No opportunity. No breakthrough. Just a quiet room and unpaid bills. And for those walking through it alone, single mothers, widows, the silence can be deafening. But Wha...

Today I sat quietly, just reflecting. This year has been a whirlwind — a roller coaster of highs that barely held, and lows that came quietly, forcefully, and often, unnoticed. I’ve been fighting silent battles. The kind that drain you. The kind you don’t post about. The kind that leave you staring at the wall, wondering if hope is still real. There are days I’ve woken up, not to live — but just to sit. To breathe. To survive. Sometimes after walking through hard seasons, the hardest thing isn’t the pain itself… it’s finding the strength to move forward. You feel stuck. Numb. Like you’re in a cycle that spins but never progresses. And in those moments, everything in you whispers, “ Maybe it’s all lost .” And yet — you're the leader. You’re the one people look to for strength, direction, wisdom. You’re the mother, the provider, the protector. The one who gives — over and over — even when your soul is scraping on empty. But what happens when the giver is the one in need? What happens...

There are moments in life when everything stands still — and you wonder whether   anything good can ever rise from the ashes . I know that space intimately. I’ve lived it. Years ago, I walked out of the gates of a maximum  prison facility in Kenya — not just physically free, but determined to heal, to rebuild, and to become. What followed was a long journey of facing shame , confronting pain, and slowly rediscovering the woman God created me to be. It hasn’t been easy. But every step has been drenched in grace. This month, I received news that stopped me in my tracks — I have been selected to pursue a Professional MBA with Roxbourgh Institute, Switzerland .  This opportunity is humbling .   The Professional MBA is typically reserved for founders of established ventures — and yet, I was selected. Not because I had the most resources or visibility, but purely by   God’s grace .  Me. A formerly incarcerated woman. A daughter. A mother. A mentor. A leader. And ...