At just 14 years old, life as I knew it came to an abrupt halt. My parents, struggling under the weight of financial hardship, could no longer afford to pay my school fees. I found myself a dropout by the age of 17, staring down a future with no opportunities, my dreams of becoming someone, doing something meaningful, slipping away like sand through my fingers.
It was during this dark period that I met him. He was humble and hardworking, a boy who sold fruits on the streets of kampala to make a living. He had kindness about him, a relentless belief in me, even when I had stopped believing in my poor self. He wasn’t rich, educated, or from good background. But he had something else, an unwavering determination to see me succeed. Without hesitation, he offered to pay for my school fees, urging me to return to class.
I remember his hands, rough from long hours of selling fruit under the sun, pulling together the little he made to send me back to school. Day after day, he hustled on those streets, watching me walk into a classroom while he stood outside, sacrificing his comfort for my future. Eventually, he found a job in one transport company as a truck driver, working endless hours, driving across boarders, sometimes weeks on the road, just to ensure that I didn’t miss a term.
Thanks to his relentless support, I made it through high school and even university, where I pursued a degree in law. Today, I am a lawyer, confident and proud of my achievements. Every case I take on, every client I represent, I owe to the sacrifices my illiterate man made for me.
But with success came a complicated reality. As my world grew! New people, new places, a new sense of identity, and I began to feel that he was no longer the person I wanted to be with. He is still a truck driver, an honest, hardworking man, but he doesn’t fit into the life I’ve built for myself. I know what this sounds like, ungrateful, even cruel. How do I look into the eyes of such a man who gave me everything, and tell him that he is no longer “my type”? Oh my God!
I am tormented by this inner battle. On one hand, I am deeply grateful to him. Without his help, I wouldn’t be where I am today. On the other, I can’t force myself into a future with someone whose path diverges so completely from mine. Our lives, our ambitions, and our worlds no longer align. He is still the man I care for, but he is no longer the man I want to spend my life with.
Telling him this feels impossible. How do I let him down gently without invalidating everything he did for me? How do I break his heart when he gave everything to build mine?
As I sit with this dilemma, I realize the complexity of love, gratitude, and ambition. Life isn’t as simple as owing someone your future and giving them your heart in return. But the fear that grips me isn’t just the fear of hurting him but the fear of losing the only person who believed in me when no one else did.
To anyone reading this, I ask. How do you walk away from the person who helped you become everything you are, without breaking them in the process? How do I tell him that his kindness, as monumental as it was, doesn’t equate to love?
I don’t know the answer, but I do know one thing: love is complicated, and sometimes, the people who carry you to your dreams aren’t meant to walk beside you once you get there. Yet, that truth doesn’t make the goodbye any easier.
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