Today, we’ve certainly outdone ourselves — haven’t we?
When I look up at the imaginary clock on the wall, it reminds me it’s still early morning. We can’t quite call it dawn, but it’s no longer night either. It’s 1:55 a.m.
What woke me up this early?
For the boomers who are new to Afrifama, I’ll forgive you if you say the mechanical clock. But for the senior class, you already know we’ve long moved beyond the realm of mechanical optics. It’s that dream again.
For the third time this week, I’ve woken up after just a few hours of sleep. But today is different. I’m restless. I’m excited. I’m anxious. And somewhere in between all that, I’m wide awake — because today, I have a meeting with destiny.
Until late last night, we were deep in the numbers, running last-minute briefs, updating presentations on my old laptop. We weren’t just preparing for a meeting — we were painting a canvas. One that holds not just our future, but the opportunity for one last dance with the destiny I’ve been chasing for years.
Am I dreaming? Of course I am. I’ve been dreaming since the first day the Afrifama bug bit me.
I saw a possibility where others saw failure. I saw hope where others gave up. And we persisted.
This isn’t a home run, not yet. But it feels like reaching the Champions League finals. As an entrepreneur, I know what this means, not just for Afrifama as a startup, but for me as a founder. That dreams can be possible, regardless of colour, race, background, or religion.
Not everything may go perfectly. We might not get the deal. But I’m deeply grateful that someone chose to fly thousands of miles just to see what Afrifama is building.
Not just the warehouse or the chicken houses, but the vision. A dream that has lived in me for years. One that I hope aligns with a global mission to build better livelihoods through entrepreneurship.
When I started writing reflections a decade ago, back in my freshman year of university, I would sign off as “future entrepreneur.” I wrote about a dream to become a changemaker.
What most people don’t know is that it was never a PR gimmick. This calling — this desire to spark real, lasting change — has always been real. I’ve believed for as long as I can remember that we can transform lives through business, even for people we may never meet.
I’m literally crying as I write this. I think back to the sleepless nights, the rejections, the moments I nearly gave up. The failures. The bankrupt scandals. The nights I went to bed hungry, the only thing that kept me going was the dream.
If only I could hold on a little longer. If only someone would take a chance on this vision. That’s always been the hope. Afrifama was never just a chicken production business.
It was — and still is — a blueprint to multiply possibility. A model to breathe life into dreams that seemed impossible.
To the stranger who believed in me and took a chance — if you’re reading this: Thank you. And Karibu Kenya.
Today, we go to the airport to meet destiny.
Between now and next week, a long journey awaits, one that could shape not just the future of Afrifama, but the future of thousands of small-scale farmers across this country.