Kenya, Sept. 12 -- All my life, I wore a heavy label: failure. It stuck to me like glue. Back in primary school, teachers would single me out, saying, "This one's going nowhere." At home, relatives never let me forget how my cousins outshone me with their top grades. In the village, whispers trailed me: "That boy? He'll never be anything." The worst part? I started believing them.
Each morning, I'd stare in the mirror and see a nobody. My grades tanked, my confidence crumbled, and every attempt at a small business fizzled out. Relationships? I felt too unworthy to even try. Self-doubt grew like a weed, choking every dream I dared to have. By adulthood, I'd all but given up. One night, I overheard my mom confiding in my aunt, "I don't know what to do with him. Maybe some people are just born unlucky." Those words shattered me. If my own mother had lost faith in me, what hope was left? But sometimes, fate has a funny way of stepping in. To read more click here.
Published by HT Digital Content Services with permission from Bana Kenya.