Crisis for unemployed graduates in Kenya

Sometimes heartache pains more when it is coupled with depression and the quarter-life crisis; you graduated from university with honors and brimming with hope for a better future. You dreamed of being a political journalist and wax narratives that will influence the mosaic of world politics positively. You wanted to interview opinion-makers, and people tasked to make policies, you dreamed of the questions you will ask them and how to put them to the task to legislate policies for the common good of the common man.

Your mum cried with joy when she saw you in those flowing graduation gowns, she is an unemployed single mother, earning a pity. Still, mothers are supernatural beings; they should be added in Marvel comic books next to the Incredible Hulk. She did everything to ensure that her son went to university, she solicited loans from Kenya Women Finance Trust and other plethora of financial institutions. She hassled for menial jobs and sold anything she owned and worked as a community volunteer in local hospitals, earning a stipend of Sh2000, but the Sh2000 fed your siblings and took all of you to school. I told you Mothers are superheroes. Hulk cannot even hold a candle to them, what is Infinity War contrasted with the regular vim and zeal of a group of single mothers willing to take their children to school?