There was a time I couldn’t even afford basic needs. My phone was filled with messages I was too ashamed to open because most of them were reminders of debts I couldn’t pay. Every month was a struggle to make ends meet. I moved from one borrowing app to another, juggling loans and promises I knew I couldn’t keep. Friends started avoiding me, and I could feel the pity in their eyes whenever I asked for help. Life had reduced me to begging, and deep down, I hated who I had become.
I remember one afternoon sitting outside my small bedsitter, crying quietly. I had lost my job a few months earlier, and every business idea I tried seemed cursed. If I sold clothes, I got no customers. If I tried selling food, everything spoiled. Even my small savings vanished mysteriously. It reached a point where I believed I was just unlucky. My confidence was gone, and I stopped dreaming altogether.…CONTINUE READING
