Three days ago, I was standing on the edge of a cliff next to a waterfall. Moments before a lady and two guys in the expedition group jumped off the cliff without the slightest hesitation. It was now my turn to make the jump. A crowd of more than 50 hikers was watching from the sides in anticipation. Uneasy, silence followed. Every single flash of the camera pushed my racing heart a notch higher.
Six months ago I went to this store in town looking for an item that I needed to take my blogging a notch higher. I was flat out broke, so I simply admired the said item, noting down the features, accessories plus costs in my red notebook.
On discovering that I wasn’t going to make a purchase that day, the shop owner got so pissed that he took it back asking me not to waste his precious time. He asked me to only go back when I had enough money to buy it.
Most kids had their fathers teach them how to ride bicycles, play soccer or drive. As a child, my father taughtme how to buy, sell and manage my money before my teens. I have sold second-hand clothes, farm produce, veterinary supplies, and by my 18th birthday, I was overseeing a project with about 10 people working under me. That has got to be the hardest thing I have ever done.