
Have you ever felt invisible in a room full of possibilities? That was me in primary school boarding, long before I fully understood that I was slowly beginning the journey of finding my voice.
I would watch classmates walk around confidently with thick novels tucked under their arms while I wondered how anyone could willingly sit down and read hundreds of pages for fun.
Those books looked intimidating.
They felt like worlds meant for other people — people who already had confidence, clarity, or something I felt I lacked.
But everything changed in Class 6.
The Book That Changed Everything
One afternoon, curiosity pushed me to pick up a book just to scan a few pages. No intention. No expectation. Just a casual glance that was supposed to end quickly.
The book, if I remember correctly, was Judy the Nun by P.M. Waweru.
I did not know it then, but that small decision would become a turning point in my journey of finding my voice.
I became hooked almost immediately.
Page after page pulled me into a world I had never imagined myself belonging to. For the first time, reading did not feel like something difficult or distant. It felt alive.
From that moment, something inside me quietly shifted.
Learning to Love Words
After that experience, I started reading everything I could find. Storybooks, newspapers, magazines, set books — anything with words became interesting to me.
Reading stopped being an activity and started becoming a habit, then a comfort, and eventually a part of my identity.
Without realizing it, I was no longer just reading.
I was absorbing stories.
I was learning how language shapes emotion.
I was slowly, quietly, learning how to express myself.
That was the beginning of finding my voice, even though I did not have the language for it yet.
Dreaming of Becoming a Journalist
As I grew older, reading naturally led me to writing.
I began writing poems — simple ones, mostly private, mostly personal. But inside me, a bigger dream was forming: journalism.
I admired news anchors like Sophie Ikenye and Ann Ofula.
What fascinated me was not just what they said, but how they carried themselves. Their confidence. Their presence. Their ability to tell stories that reached people everywhere.
I would sit quietly and imagine myself there.
“This is Wambui Wachira reporting.”
It felt so real in my mind, even when life had not yet aligned with that dream.
When Life Took a Different Direction
Reality, however, had its own timeline.
Over the years, I found myself working in customer care roles. Motherhood followed. Financial responsibilities grew. Life became practical, demanding, and fast-moving.
And yet, even in the middle of all that, something in me remained unchanged.
The writer in me never left.
I still observed people deeply.
I still reflected on conversations, emotions, frustrations, and human behavior.
I just did not yet realize that those everyday experiences were shaping the foundation of my voice.
One day, someone said something that stayed with me:
“You can still write in the middle of struggling for financial stability.”
That sentence softened something inside me.
It reminded me that dreams do not expire — they simply wait.
Starting Lobby Reflections
On 22nd April 2025, I finally took a step I had postponed for years.
I started my blog — Lobby Reflections.
It was not perfect.
It was not fully figured out.
But it was mine.
A space built from lived experiences in customer care, reflections on life, workplace interactions, business culture, and personal growth.
That is when I entered a completely new world — learning WordPress, SEO, affiliate marketing, and content creation.
At first, I believed blogging was just writing.
Then I learned the truth.
Blogging is writing, yes — but it is also strategy, consistency, visibility, and patience.
And social media?
It is not just entertainment anymore.
It is the marketplace.
Visibility and the Hardest Lesson
One of the hardest parts of this journey has been visibility.
As someone who naturally leans introverted, stepping into public expression has not been easy.
For years, I stayed in the background — thinking, observing, writing privately, but not sharing fully.
Now I had to do something different.
I had to show up.
I had to speak.
I had to be seen.
And honestly, that has been uncomfortable.
There are days I question everything.
There are moments I hesitate before posting.
There are times I wonder whether my voice even matters.
But slowly, I am learning that visibility is currency in today’s world.
And finding your voice also means allowing yourself to be seen.
I wrote more about the reality of low motivation in blogging here:
https://lobbyreflections.co.ke/2025/06/30/blogging-zero-motivation-kenya/
And earlier reflections on my journey can be found here:
https://lobbyreflections.co.ke/2025/06/14/my-blogging-journey/
What Blogging Has Taught Me
Blogging has stretched me in ways I did not expect.
It has forced me to learn technology, branding, communication, marketing, and storytelling in a very practical way.
More importantly, it has taught me something deeper: growth is not always visible.
Sometimes you are growing in silence while still feeling unsure.
On some days, you wonder whether anyone is listening.
On other days, you question whether your story carries weight.
Comparison also creeps in — especially when you look at people who seem far ahead.
But over time, I am learning that consistency matters more than perfection.
And authenticity matters more than performance.
That is how finding my voice continues — not all at once, but in layers.
The Birth of My eBook
Along this journey, something unexpected happened.
My lived experiences in customer care became a body of work.
From that came my eBook:
Behind the Counter: Practical Customer Care Lessons from Real Work Experience.
It was born exactly one year after starting my blog.
And it meant more to me than just a digital product.
It felt like proof.
Proof that experience has value.
Proof that ordinary work carries powerful lessons.
Proof that my voice could become something tangible.
You can find it here:
https://www.linkedin.com/feed/update/urn:li:activity:7454165248216899584/
Finding My Voice Through Writing
Over time, I began to understand something important — writing is not just expression. It is healing.
It is processing.
It is clarity.
It is release.
Research also supports this idea. Journaling and reflective writing have been shown to improve emotional well-being and mental clarity. I came across this article from Verywell Mind – Benefits of Journaling and deeply connected with it.
The more I wrote, the more I understood myself.
And the more I understood myself, the clearer my voice became.
Where I Am Now
Today, I find myself standing at a new chapter.
I am learning how to monetize my experience — through blogging, storytelling, social media, and customer care training rooted in real-life experience.
But beyond monetization, something deeper is happening.
I am finally gaining clarity on what I want to offer the world:
- Customer care training based on lived experience
- Storytelling rooted in humanity
- Content creation rooted in authenticity
I hope to work with businesses that value human connection.
I hope to tell stories that matter.
I hope to help brands create better customer experiences.
And through Lobby Reflections, I hope to build something bigger than myself — a space where stories, lessons, and real experiences come together.
The Beginning of Finding My Voice
Maybe the little girl who once sat in a boarding school wondering about big novels was not lost after all.
Maybe she was just slowly learning.
Maybe every experience — customer care, motherhood, blogging, writing, struggling, reflecting — was part of the same journey.
A journey of finding my voice.
And maybe this is not the end.
Maybe this is just the beginning of finally using it.







