STARTING OVER

Every journey has its beginning. The global icons we celebrate today and those that were celebrated before us started from somewhere.

For the legendary sprinter, Usain Bolt, dubbed "the greatest sprinter of all time", it all began in 2002 in Kingston(Jamaica), in a packed 36 000 seater National Stadium. He was a mere 15-year-old at that time. His prowess on the track that day catapulted him into International stardom.

I am nowhere near Bolt in terms of achievements and accolades, but I am a writer who also started from somewhere. The road was not plastered with the rose petals but I persevered because writing is in my blood.

My debut book, "NOT HOW BUT WHO!" is a testament of my dedication.

The feedback I received following the book's publication was amazing. A number of people urged me to seriously consider blogging as it would help me to continue creating content capable of helping readers regardless of differences in geographical locations.

To be honest,I had no idea what I was doing and how I was going to pull through it all but there is no harm in trying. I decided to try anyway.

The first days were a rollercoaster ride, I had fallen in love with my blog and I was giving it my all. It was an arena where my mind would spread, a factory where I manufactured ideas and an oasis of hope for the hopeless.

Somewhere along the journey I felt was not making the envisioned impact and I could see my dream slipping away. I failed to catch up.

My greatest undoing was thinking the dream could be fulfilled overnight and I would help the world interpret socioeconomic phenomena through my lenses.

Alas, I was wrong.

As fate would have it, I gave up!

Because my dream appeared shattered, I took the cowardly route of burying myself inside other people's dreams. I found myself ghostwriting articles and corresponding for different bloggers and publications. I was still doing what I loved and yet the void inside me kept growing. I then realized I had to awaken something that had long died within me.

Pen and paper in hand, I am back again, willing to give it another shot. If my pen stops spitting hope and touching lives, I would have failed my mission as a writer. Giving up will be more detrimental to my readers than it can be to me.

For that reason, I am ready to see this through even if it means impacting one person at a time. I will go on even when one person is me.

Join me on this journey. I hope we will walk together till the very end.