There are moments I look at my career journey and laugh—not because it was funny, but because if I don’t laugh, I’ll cry. Maybe you’ve been there too: jobs started with fire in your belly, only for reality—or life—to rewrite your script. Mine is a tale of bold moves, awkward exits, and the unplanned twists of motherhood and faith. It’s about navigating faith and job loss in Kenya as a working mum—sometimes with grace, other times with nothing but raw hope. And it all began with books.
The Job I Quit After Reading Rich Dad Poor Dad
I was working in a microfinance institution, doing what many call “decent work”—a steady paycheck, clean office, polite clients, and the predictable rhythm of 8 to 5. But something had started to burn in me. I was fired up, not by a boss or a bonus, but by a book: Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki and Donald Trump.
That book made me question everything. Why was I stuck exchanging time for money? Why was I clocking in and out while ignoring the dreams bubbling inside me?
So, I did what no one expected—I resigned.
Yes, I quit a Christian-based microfinance job without another job lined up, simply because I believed there was more for me out there. The job had been good to me, and it was grounded in Christian values that I deeply respected, but my soul had started itching for something else. I wanted freedom. I wanted to bet on myself.
Was I scared? Absolutely.
Was it the right move? Time would tell.
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A Church Job I Loved — Then Lost: Navigating Motherhood and Job Loss in a Christian Workplace
Five years later, after many in-between gigs and a lot of soul-searching, I landed a job as a church secretary in my home church. This was more than employment—it was purpose. I was a single mum by then, juggling motherhood and ministry. The role fit like a glove. I served with joy, handled confidential matters with grace, and walked with people through prayer, paperwork, and everything in between.
Those years healed something in me. I rediscovered the joy of showing up for others. The church felt like family. My son had a stable routine. I had purpose again.
But life had another plot twist coming.
Eight years into the job, baby fever hit. My son’s father, long absent, re-entered the picture. And soon, I was pregnant again.
You’d think this would be a full-circle story—reconciliation, restoration, and new beginnings.
Instead, it became the beginning of the end of my church job.
The church leadership was torn. On one hand, I had served faithfully for nearly a decade. On the other, I was now pregnant out of wedlock—a difficult situation for a church built on certain moral and doctrinal expectations. I understood their position. I didn’t agree with it, but I understood.
There were no harsh words. No drama. Just disappointment wrapped in silence. The kind that seeps into your bones.
And just like that, I was jobless again.
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Finding Healing Through Words: Blogging After Job Loss and Motherhood in Kenya
Losing the church job broke something in me. It felt personal. After all, this wasn’t just a workplace—it was a spiritual home. My identity had been so tied up in that desk, that email signature, that routine of service.
But with heartbreak comes clarity.
I had to find a new way to show up in the world. For myself. For my children.
That’s when I began seriously writing again. Not just journaling. Not just Facebook rants. But actual, consistent, reflective writing. I started my blog—Lobby Reflections—as a way to process my journey. The lobbies I’ve sat in, the desks I’ve served behind, the customers I’ve handled, the jobs I’ve loved and lost. The motherhood moments no one prepared me for. The quiet prayers. The awkward silences. The crazy decisions.
It all had to mean something.
Blogging became my new outlet. And slowly, my voice came back.
You know what’s funny? The very book that made me quit my job (Rich Dad Poor Dad) didn’t give me a formula for how to survive after the resignation. The fire it started didn’t come with a fire extinguisher.
But I don’t regret quitting that microfinance job. Not for a minute.
Sometimes you must walk away from comfort to find clarity.
Sometimes you lose a job not because you’re reckless, but because life doesn’t always move in straight lines—especially when faith, job loss, and motherhood in Kenya collide.
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What I Know Now
- Jobs don’t define us – They shape seasons of our lives, but they aren’t our entire story.
- Motherhood will mess up your plans – And sometimes, it’s the best thing that ever happened to you.
- Faith and failure can coexist – You can love God and still lose jobs. You can serve faithfully and still face rejection. It doesn’t make your journey less valid.
- Books can change your mind – But only you can change your life.
- Blogging is my healing – And my rebellion. A quiet act of resistance against invisibility.
🧡 Final Word
It takes courage to walk away from a job because of your convictions. Even more, it takes strength to process the quiet heartbreak of losing work in a place that once felt like home. And when motherhood, faith, and job loss collide, starting over isn’t just difficult—it’s deeply personal.
Yet despite the fear, I chose to speak.
I chose to share.
Because someone out there needs to know they’re not alone.
This is my story. What’s yours?
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