One Step Can Change a Life: Walk With Us for the CHRM Scholarship Fund
There’s a girl in Kericho who wakes up before the sun does. Not because she wants to, but because fetching water and getting her younger siblings ready for school takes that long, before she can even open her own books. Her hands are cracked from the cold jerrican handle. Her high school uniform sits folded in a paper bag under her bed, the only “good” clothing she owns. Let’s call her Naliaka. She isn’t a real person, but her story belongs to hundreds of bright, hardworking young Kenyans who finish school with grades that should fling doors wide open, only to watch those doors stay shut, quietly, without explanation, because there isn’t enough money.
Naliaka dreams of studying Human Resource Management. For years she watched her mother toil on casual shifts at a flower farm, no written contract, no leave days, no one in her corner when she was dismissed without warning after eleven years of service. That night, it was Naliaka who held her mother as she wept, the daughter becoming, briefly, the parent. It was then she made up her mind: she would become the kind of person who fixes that, for her mother, and for the thousands of workers like her. She chose CHRM College, the College of Human Resource Management, because she’d heard it doesn’t simply teach HR theory; it shapes practitioners who go on to change how Kenyan workplaces treat people, from the inside out.
She got in. She read the acceptance letter four times, sitting on the edge of her bed, before she let herself believe it. Then the invoice came, and something in her chest went quiet.
This is where so many stories like Naliaka’s end, not loudly, but in silence. Not because the dream wasn’t big enough, but because nobody could find the fees in time. A semester gets deferred. Deferred becomes “maybe next year.” Next year becomes a memory of a letter once kept under a pillow. A young woman who might have spent her career protecting workers’ rights instead settles for something smaller, not by choice, but because no one walked with her when it mattered.
At CHRM we have built our name on quality education and rigorous, practical training. But a great curriculum means nothing to a student who can’t afford to sit in the classroom. That is exactly why the CHRM Scholarship Fund exists, and exactly why we need you, yes, you, reading this.
On 27th June 2026, the CHRM CAlumni Association is hosting the CHRM Scholarship Fund Walk at Ngong Road Forest, and we would love nothing more than to see your face in that crowd.
This isn’t just a walk. It’s a few hours of fresh forest air given freely, so that somewhere, a young person you’ll probably never meet gets to stay in school. Every step taken, every shilling raised, becomes part of someone else’s tuition, someone else’s “yes, you can.”
Whether you want to be a mentor, find a mentor, or simply network and keep fit, this is the place to be. We are committed to inclusivity, which is why we’ve introduced a Comrades Special Offer: just Ksh 1,000 for students from any institution, not only CHRM. Bring your student ID and secure your slot today. For other members of the public, registration is Ksh 2,000, and every shilling is somebody’s bus fare to class, somebody’s textbook, somebody’s relief.
We also warmly welcome corporates to walk with us, as teams, as sponsors, or simply as organisations that believe talent shouldn’t be wasted for lack of fees. Your presence and partnership help more young people stay in school.
Here’s how to be part of it:
– Date: 27th June 2026
– Venue: Ngong Road Forest
– Comrades Offer: Kshs 1,000 (students, any institution, with student ID)
– General Registration: Kshs 2,000 (members of the public)
– Corporates: Welcome as teams or sponsors
– Pay via Lipa na M-Pesa: Paybill 522123, Account No. 80295KWalk
Questions or group registration: 0718 781 513, WhatsApp 0784 744 412, email info@chrm.or.ke, or www.chrm.or.ke.
Somewhere right now, there is a Naliaka rehearsing how she’ll ask for help, or deciding not to ask at all because she’s too downcast, or too tired of hearing no. Maybe it’s a young man in Turkana, walking three hours to a cyber cafe just to check if his scholarship application went through. Maybe it’s a single mother in Kibera, retraining in HR at night so her children inherit something better than what she had. You may never know their names, or see the graduation photo. But you will have been the reason it exists.
So lace up your shoes. Gather your friends, your colleagues, your family. Come breathe in the green quiet of Ngong Road Forest, and leave behind something far greater than footprints.
Register today. Show up on the 27th. Let’s make sure that for every Naliaka out there, the only thing standing between her and her career is a few kilometers we were glad to walk for her.
See you at the start line.
