In The Beginning...

My life has been filled with ups and downs. I grew up in a well-to-do family and without friends. After, my primary and high school education, I signed up for a computer training for about 6 months and subsequently fell in love with computers in the process.

I initially wanted to study an IT course, but my parents kicked against it. They wanted me to study a medical related course, but contrary to their wishes I went in for Business Administration. After an unsuccessful year at the polytechnic.

I later gained admission to study Marketing in a university. I was happy with the knowledge I received even though my results stated otherwise. My lecturers also knew that I was doing my best as that time. I wasn’t even sure I was going to graduate with my mates owing to the carryovers I had.

Tragedy struck after a while, my family were victims of a violent conflict between two communities and we had to relocate because we lost our home in during the conflict.

Something then happened at home during my final year in school. I had a relative who was a successful programmer. My parents, especially my mum began pushing me into learning computer programming because he of his achievements. I had no idea of programming. I tried to learn but it wasn’t just working.

Then, I decided to learn how to use different accounting packages and also video editing. I did minor computer repairs, software installation and video editing while in school. Though it wasn’t giving me much money, I was happy with what I was doing.

Towards the end of my final year in school, an epidemic arose and schools were being shut down, meaning that I had to be at home for months. During this period, I tried again to learn computer programming but it didn’t work.

I told my mum and she said  I was lazy, and was only being used by smart people to finish off their jobs without getting any pay from them. 

Slowly, I began to loose the respect and peace I once had, even my other siblings started to disrespect me. I remember one of them telling me that she wasn’t going to help me to do anything because I didn’t money to give to her. I couldn’t talk to anyone, I couldn’t sit in the midst of other family members.

Gradually I fell into depression. I made up my mind not speak to them any more. I stayed indoors for months only coming out on Sundays for church services.

I felt betrayed and unjustly treated by people to close to me.

I tried everything I could to get out of depression, including watching movies, listening to music and playing computer games.

My efforts at getting over depression was actually paying off though it took some time.

During the period at home, I did various remote freelancing jobs like video editing, proof-reading and editing various documents. I also developed a passion for blogging and writing during this time.

Then, one day I received a call from an old friend requesting for my assistance in setting up a business on Google Maps and also creating a YouTube channel, which I perfectly executed even though he refused paying afterwards. The job actually helped in building up my CV and as a result, I began getting referrals from people to do jobs ranging from hardware and software installation and troubleshooting and proof-reading documents to video editing.

Little by little, I started getting back to my feet. Thanks to some friends I made back in university, they where really helpful during this period.

Though, I was happy with what I was doing, it was difficult convincing my parents to come to terms with the fact that I wasn’t interested in computer programming.

At one point, I tricked them (my parents) into thinking that I was actually taking tutorials on computer programming and they where very pleased with me. Later on I learnt the basics of computer programming, but I didn’t go far the learning, besides I wasn’t really interested in it. But, I was happy that at least I had an idea of what programming was all about.

I kept on improving my knowledge on computer accounting packages and my writing skills improved also. My parents also supported me after they saw reasons on why they needed me to make my own decisions. I never hated my family for any reason, I understood that whatever they did was for my own good.

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