Mary Njeri was tired.
Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.
The kind that comes from working hard every day and still feeling stuck.
At twenty-eight, she was a freelance content writer in Nairobi.
Every morning started the same way.
Wake up.
Check email.
Look for clients.
Send proposals.
Wait.
Pray.
Repeat.
Some months were good.
Some months were terrible.
The terrible months scared her the most.
One delayed client payment could throw her entire budget into chaos.
One lost contract could wipe out half her income.
And lately, something new had appeared.
AI.
Clients were talking about it everywhere.
Some had already started asking uncomfortable questions.
"Why should we pay a writer when AI can write articles?"
Mary hated that question.
Not because she didn't have an answer.
Because she wasn't sure if her answer was right.
One afternoon she met her friend Ruth at a café in the CBD.
Ruth worked in digital marketing.
"You look stressed," Ruth said.
"I am stressed."
"Clients?"...