I Struggled With Poverty, Unemployment, and Failed Business Attempts for Many Painful Years, Waking Up Every Day With Fear and Going to Bed With Stress as Bills Piled Up, Opportunities Passed Me By, People Looked Down on Me
For many years, my life felt like a never-ending battle against poverty. I woke up every morning with fear in my heart, not knowing how I would survive the day. I went to bed each night with stress, replaying unpaid bills in my mind like a broken record. Rent notices, school fees demands, and basic needs haunted me constantly. While others planned their futures, I was focused on surviving the next 24 hours.
Unemployment crushed my spirit slowly. I applied for countless jobs, walked long distances submitting CVs, and waited endlessly for calls that never came. When interviews finally happened, they led nowhere. I watched people with fewer qualifications secure jobs while I remained stuck. Each rejection chipped away at my confidence until I began to doubt my worth as a person.
I tried business after business, hoping one would finally work. Small trading, partnerships, side hustles—every attempt ended in loss. Capital disappeared, debts increased, and trust from friends and family faded. People who once encouraged me stopped answering my calls. Some openly mocked my failures, while others looked at me with silent pity. I became a lesson people used to warn others about failure.
The shame was unbearable. I avoided social gatherings because I could not contribute anything. I borrowed money and struggled to repay it. I felt invisible in rooms where success was celebrated. I questioned God daily, asking why my efforts never produced results. I wondered if my life was permanently cursed or if I had simply missed my chance in life.
