Where am I leading? What the future holds for me? In silence, would often asked my self. The road ahead is as dark as alketran (asphalt). I eventually ended trying my luck in business. With no experience to begin with, I stumbled and fumbled. Actually I was forced into it because I was already having my first baby then, and I thought that was the only sensible way for me to support my family.

 

The decision, though, to get married was the result of my impatience in wanting to put a semblance of stability to my life, thinking that the familial responsibilities would force me to embrace the pragmatism of successful people. Unfortunately, there is a big stubling block that I failed to forsee. The lives of the likes of the economist Thorsten Veblen, Sartre, and all those eccentrics enfluenced me that made me impractical. I would often say that money is not important, always insisting that we could survive minus the mundane enfluence of money. And trully,  we did survive. Those were very difficult times, and to try to survive is not an easy task.

 

In between difficulties and survival, I would still read, would still dream of one day making it. Yet, during those times, I don’t have a clue what direction I would take. I would try this and that. I eventually became a writer.  I don’t exactly recall the twist and turns of it because writing in the first place was never one of my cup. I was enthralled with science, I can play a nice game of chess (yeah I can beat a  rated player-like an IM- then), but writing, nuh. I was not even a school paper writer. The writing path though is quite easy, and in so short a time, I found myself writing a twice a week newspaper column.

 

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