Helloooooo my People, its been a long minute since I was last here and in that minute a lot has happened and today I feel like I have the guts to share.
I have realised for as long as I have been online not many people talk about what I'm about to share and its sad because its a reality that we live in. Here begins my story....
The last time I earned a salary was in 2016 May. On 1st June 2016 my then boss called me for a meeting and informed me that they can no longer keep me in their payroll and had to let me go. I appreciated her and the opportunity they had given me, went back to the office picked my bag and left.
This job was in the leafy suburbs of Kitisuru and the distance from my job to the stage was a long one hence, I had time to ponder on what had happened. As I walked to the stage I kept thinking to myself there was no way I was going back home without a plan.
I use to live in Ruiru and there was no way I would go back home to my parents and so I needed a plan. I decided to call my friend Suzie who lives in Nakuru and told her that I needed to visit her and she was gracious enough to extend the invitation and the next day I went to Nakuru for a few days.
I can say that those few days opened up my mind because I now had a plan. I left Nakuru for home on a Saturday and went straight home. I told my parents that I had been laid off and that I was tired of being employed and looking for a job so I needed to start my own business. I had made a small business plan and had presented it to them.
They said that if that was the direction I wanted to take then they would support me. So I began my business in Ruiru. I didn't move back home and that was the best part because there was no way a 29 year old me was moving back home or so I thought. In December I moved back home because my grandmother was sick and my mom needed help. In January of 2017 my grandmother passed on and I moved back home completely.
My business began deteriorating and I closed it in Ruiru and moved it to Thika closer to home but it still didn't pick up. So in December of 2018 I closed the shop and stayed at home. I was devastated because I when I started that business I had even gone to a prayer centre to pray and fast about that decision so I couldn't understand how God could allow this to happen. My parents kept telling me not to give up and I just couldn't understand what they were talking about. I had tried and it had failed what more did they want? God himself was not for it so what was the point of trying. I wallowed in my misery half of January then mid January I started talking to God I told Him if He wanted me to do it again then this time round I would do it different and He had to order my every step including the location. I even had the premises prayed for and then I promised to put in the work everyday without slacking and I would be dedicated to going hard.
I would no longer be embarrassed by what I did and I would be proud of where I worked. It didn't matter whether it was white collar, blue, grey, green or whatever color i would do it as unto the Lord and since January 30th to date, I wake up at 4:30am prepare my son for school and leave for my shop by 6:10am . I love what I do and I do not take for granted that I have Duka to go to everyday.
In everything you are doing give it a 100% and do it as unto the Lord. Let your place of Work be your Ministry.
Enjoying the work of my hands
