THROWING DARTS…AND HOPING ONE STICKS

Aside

Oh dear. Where do I begin? Is any one in possession of a time machine? If only we had selfies and screenshots way back when, it would be easier to explain.

The question every kid was asked by all and sundry was, ” What do you want to be when you grow up? The answers would vary from the coolest thing you had just seen someone on telly or in your family do a few days ago or in the past few minutes.

There are some who have stuck true to their declarations, but for most of us, we switched alliances faster than the current political trend.

I have danced the tango with various career options only to fall on the wayside, spent and without a clue what hit me.

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Once upon a time, I was so sure I would be a zoologist after I saw a documentary on how intelligent and playful dolphins are. Secondly, came my desire to be a botanist as I saw the beauty and wonder of flora captured perfectly through a time-lapse camera.

Fast forward to high school and the Interior design bug bit me and I remember telling others about it and I had to explain why I wasn’t pursuing law like my late father or teaching like my beloved Mum. Well, that was then, and I was so sure of myself, or so I thought.

Life after high school was a different ball game altogether, with the cool and necessary Computer course being the first thing on my list. Once I was done and I had my certificate in hand, hata sijui niseme. I had no idea what to do next. I remember staying home just doing the household chores and not knowing what my future held in store.

Well, I won’t get into all the details but, the long and short of it is that I was guided into my life purpose albeit with some battlescars here and there. The main turning point in my life was when I found my voice, quite literally.

I was a very quiet child. I swear. I truly was. Ask my immediate family and childhood neighbours. My daily word count are not nearly an eighth of what I clock in by midday on a good day.

Then someone tried to frame young naive me, in a scam and when I got questioned for hours and having to travel from Nairobi to Nyeri, at night which was like the craziest thing  I could do (yes…crazy, coz way back when, as a young girl you were warned/ instructed to travel during the day. Nightime had its owners plus mobile phones were still a rumour.)

 That was the day I found my voice and there was no turning back.

To be continued

 

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