He was the youngest of six, raised by a mother widowed at twenty-six yet unbowed. She left her post at Magadi Soda and built a wholesale network across Nairobi’s estates, teaching her son that profit follows persistence and that dignity is maintained through work done cleanly. In the evenings, as she tallied accounts by hand, she narrated the logic behind every decision — who could be trusted with credit, which supplier could withstand a bad month, why reputation was a form of capital. From her, he learned that wealth was not merely accumulated but curated, and that capital can be moral if it is deliberate.
