From packaging kid to supervisor with PhD

The extraordinary tale of 39-year-old Kenneth Okoth, who had been orphaned being a young boy. Along with it perhaps maybe not been for kind-hearted loved ones, he’s yes he would be destitute.

“I happened to be created in Homa Bay County in 1980 — i’m a firstborn in a family group of three young ones. We had been bad, my moms and dads struggled to coach us and supply for the other requirements. My dad had been an electrician while my mother plaited locks for an income.

Once I was at primary college, all of us packed our belongings and relocated to Nairobi, where my moms and dads hoped which will make an improved living. We got home, (a space become particular) in Dandora Phase Four and I also joined up with Tom Mboya Primary class, a hiking distance from the house.

Regrettably, the enhanced livelihood my moms and dads had been trying to find didn’t materialise. If such a thing, life ended up being more challenging right here, therefore we all trooped back once again to the village.

My moms and dads had been nonetheless determined to coach me personally, and as a consequence they enrolled me personally during the Kamolo Primary that is nearby class. I happened to be in Class Two then.

In 1995, just before I sat for my Kenya Certificate of Primary School examinations (KCPE), my mother died august.

Her death spelt doom over my children because she was in fact the breadwinner. I happened to be devastated by her death, and my hope of joining school that is secondary away.

Hard-hit by my mum’s death, I didn’t perform in addition to I had anticipated, handling 380 markings out from the feasible 700.

Fortunately, my aunts Abigael Akoko together with belated Elizabeth Ouma, along with a relative, Charles Akal, paid my college costs at Dandora Secondary class in Nairobi.

Being a scholar, i lived with my aunt abigael, her husband and their son day. After college within the I would assist her to sell fish and do house work evening.

I endured away inside my brand new college, determined to perform well during my studies and visit college.

Whilst in Form Three, I became appointed class prefect, as soon as i got eventually to Form Four, I became appointed mind kid and seat for the Science Club.

In 1999, just before I sat for the Kenya Certificate of Secondary Education examinations (KCSE), my father died august.

The same as my mother’s death, my father’s death disoriented me. My siblings and I also had been now orphans, forcing our loved ones to simply take us in.

We finished up being separated, coping with various relatives. We finished twelfth grade, but to my dissatisfaction, handled grade C, meaning I could perhaps maybe perhaps not study medication, when I had hoped.

I happened to be certain that this will be the termination of my training plus the end of my dream that is long-held to the period of poverty within my family members.

Nevertheless, something compelled me to carry on, to not ever throw in the towel.

We consequently desired work during the defunct Jack & Jill Supermarket, the popular supermarket that ended up being situated near OTC in Nairobi’s central company region (CBD).

I happened to be used as a packaging kid, making Sh200 each day, element of that we faithfully conserved for eight months, putting apart sufficient to spend initial college charges at Nairobi Technical Training Institute in Pangani, where We learned a certificate program in medical laboratory technology.

It aided that I became nevertheless coping with my aunt. I would personally work throughout the time and go to classes later in the day.

We proceeded saving, so when We finished the program 2 yrs later on, I joined up with Technical University of Kenya (TUK) for the diploma into the exact same program.

For this right time, i came across another task at then-East Africa Industries (EAI), now Unilever East Africa — my task would be to pack Vaseline Jelly.

In 2006, We desired accessory at a medical facility, healthcare Diagnostic Centre, positioned at Re-Insurance Plaza in Nairobi’s CBD.

My employer, the late Hannington Pamba, should have noticed my intense want to discover under his wing and me personallyntored me because he took me personally.

A 12 months later on, he invited me personally to join their NGO, Overseas Friends of kids Healthcare Organisation (IFCHO), that has been found near Adams Arcade, on Ngong Road.