My Younger Self Series – Benard

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall

My name is Benard Wanyonyi. I was born and raised in the remote areas of Western Kenya, a place where life was simple but often very challenging. I come from a polygamous family, and we were the second family. Growing up in such a setup was never easy, especially because my father struggled with alcohol addiction.

At a young age, my parents separated. That moment changed everything in my life. I was left under my father’s care, but instead of stability, I found confusion, hardship, and emotional pain. Life became difficult, and as a result, I was unable to attend school like other children. Watching others go to school while I stayed behind was one of the hardest experiences I had to endure.

My childhood was filled with struggles that no child should face. There were days of uncertainty, days of hunger, and moments when I felt completely lost. My life felt like it had no direction, like I was stuck in a storm without shelter.

But through all this, I survived.

Somehow, through the pain and challenges, I found strength within myself. Life became my teacher. I learned lessons that no classroom could ever teach—patience, because nothing came easy; hard work, because survival demanded it; and resilience, because giving up was never an option.

Today, I stand grateful. Grateful that I made it through. Grateful that the struggles did not break me, but instead shaped me into who I am. My story is not just about hardship—it is about endurance, growth, and hope.

I have learned that no matter how difficult life becomes, patience pays, hard work opens doors, and resilience can carry you through even the darkest times.

With love and gratitude,
Your future self,
Benard Wanyonyi

My Younger Self Series – Dan

Success seems to be connected with action. Successful people keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don’t quit.

I was born and raised in a small village in the western part of Kenya, in a family that was trying to survive with very little. Even though we were considered middle class, life never felt easy. Every day came with its own struggles.

My father was a forester, but he lived a life that pulled him away from us. He was polygamous and often lost in alcohol. We were the second family, and many times it felt like we did not exist in his world. Days would pass without seeing him. When he wasn’t at work, he was in drinking places or with the other family.

As a child, I didn’t fully understand it—but I felt it. The absence. The silence. The questions that had no answers.

But in the middle of all that, there was one person who never left—our mother.

She was our strength, our hope, and our provider. Every morning, she would wake up early, carry her vegetables, and walk to the nearest market just to earn enough for us to eat. Sometimes it wasn’t enough, but she never gave up. She stood by us when everything else felt uncertain.

Watching her struggle and still choose us every day changed me.

There were moments of doubt, moments of pain, moments when life felt unfair—but I held on. I got the opportunity to go to school, and I chose to fight for a different future. I pursued electrical installation, not just as a course, but as a way out, as a promise to myself that my story would not end in struggle.

Through everything, I learned that: Hard work is not optional—it is necessary.

Patience is painful, but it builds strength.

And even when life feels divided, you must build yourself whole.

Growing up in a polygamous family was not easy. It came with pain, confusion, and many challenges. But it also gave me resilience. It forced me to grow faster, to think deeper, and to become stronger than my circumstances.

Today, I carry not just my dreams—but my mother’s sacrifices, my struggles, and the lessons that shaped me.

This is not just my story.

This is my foundation.

With love and gratitude,
Your future self,
Dan Mchonje