“The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all”.
I gave up …
I couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, the hustle and the buzzle of being a startup entrepreneur.
I gave up, because my heart longed for the warm days of the comfort a salary brings. My mind longed for the absent minded-ly swiping my card with no mental calculations of 1s and 2s before the next assured payday. In my heart I held close the joys of the comfort of my being as I know it: stylish, poised, manicured lifestyle. Being the it girl amongst my little people. I gave up even more so when I count the hours, the planning, the coordinating yet no kaching-ching on the ching-magic. I gave up even more when suppliers trusted often delay in kaching-ing you making your word untrustworthy amongst those that are equally waiting for a kaching-ching from your ching-magic. It seems this is such a vicious cycle, that constantly repeats itself. The constant delays …oh goodness the DELAYS …that LIFE churns when you have your own plan and timeline to follow.Where not even philosophical quotes matter nor have any impact.
But in the quest or process of giving up, in the midst of threats and bullying voices from those who think you have more money that you let on, I looked at this ‘product’ my gift has created, with hope and love. I realised that this is a path chosen perhaps by not the brave ..but by those foolish enough to dare to challenge LIFE squarely even if flinching every minute …and foolishly or naively say: I am here to stay … So do what you will .. I aint giving up .. MAKE me an entrepreneur!!
I am a start up entrepreneur … And these are my scars! I won the battle today ❤
By Nomveliso ka Mbanga kaNguta