There are days when life feels like it’s circling back to a dream you once whispered to yourself. Yesterday was one of those days. For years, I’ve imagined standing at Kasarani, camera in hand. Rain would drip on my gear. Lights would cut through the mist. The roar of the crowd would vibrate through me. Yesterday, that picture became reality.

Kenya’s story in this tournament has mirrored that same dream. We were thrown into what many called the “group of death.” Doubt hovered in the air, but belief, home support, and sheer willpower carried us through. Ten points. Quarterfinals. A story being rewritten before our eyes.

As I pressed the shutter through the rain, I wasn’t just photographing a football game; I was documenting a dream taking shape, both mine and Kenya’s. Football, like life, is about persistence. About daring to believe when the odds seem stacked.

The images below speak louder than words. They hold the tension, the energy, the joy of a nation daring to dream again. As Harambee Stars march on, so does my journey as a storyteller.

AFCON 2027. The World Cup. Bigger dreams await.

The rains started

At the end, Kenyans were happy.

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