Life is a journey and mine went this way
18th September 1994, I was born. My parents did the best they could to raise me They taught me that if you want to be respected you’ve got to earn it. In 2001 I went to a government school. I did so well that they decided to take a step further and register me at a boarding school in 2009. That was the turning point in my life. Living in a hostel was a hard nut to crack. I was high and dry in the middle of nowhere with no mom or dad to talk to. Peer pressure from the other boys was too much. I played fast and loose. Alcohol and drugs became my first priority, second were girls, then came my education. I got carried away and as a result I failed at the end of the year.
I paid the price for my actions. I had to put an end to what I was doing, so I decided to go back home, to the so called ‘government school’. I turned the tables around the following year. I wore my failure as a badge of courage. At the end of the year I was promoted to the next grade with flying colours.
Pride goes before a fall. Life is what you make of it. Experience teaches fools. All I’m saying is failing does not mean the end of the world.