Today I would like to talk about a story of a friend that I met some eight years ago; Sometimes it is important to remember the people in your life that pushed you to become the person you are today.
During my upbringing I was taught and told school is everything and that it is a gateway to a better life. I grew up with that understanding and made sure I made it in class. Though I was not the sharpest kid in class but I tried to have been in the top 3 throughout the primary education. In secondary school I did not do much but I still made it to University to study Social Science, the class of 2008. However before that, my dad had introduced us to famous book rich dad poor dad. He began by telling us that even though jobs were good, business and investing are better. I quickly got interested and this became my focus. As I went through college I told myself I was gonna be a business owner and run business. I would never be an employee and this consumed my thoughts and it became an obsession. On one of the holidays, I started my own small enterprise, selling sausages. It was very little money but at least I was doing something, when I went back to school I started selling cold drinks.
In my third year I met a friend in the gym who was a neighbor. We quickly became friends and we talked about life. One day on our way from the gym I asked what he did for a living and he said business. My face lit 🔥 up, I was like hell yeah, this is what am talking about. He briefly explained their business and I was like he is going to be my friend. On one holiday when I came home I found out that he had gone to South Africa for business and I was like these guys are serious. When he came back he came with his colored friend who was also a talker. Then we quickly talked and the business conversation always made me very interested. After the long chat the colored friend wanted a lift home and I offered him. I drove him in my dad’s Lorry and he was like why don’t you do business with this lorry? And I was like really? He went on to say you can make good money. Then the talk was cut short when we arrived by his uncles place. I went back to school and I still maintained the connection. But the thought of having to do business still rang in my head.
Fast forward 2011, I was so ready to go into the world and get into business. So hyped by the college swag and vibe I felt invincible, Business was gonna be a walk through and I will make millions. Little did I know that all the motivational books were not the real deal on the ground and I had to put in work. Slowly I realized it was not as easy anymore. Albeit I remembered the lorry and what I could do with it. I got in touch with my colored friend on one very long holiday, at the time he was bringing cooking oil and other cosmetics stuff from South Africa. He told me he would hire me for deliveries and that is when it all began. Every time he would call me to the bus station and I would load his cargo into the lorry and do deliveries. During this time he would share with me his vision and his plans to develop business wise and have his own company. I stuck by him to learn more.
This guy taught me more of the hustle on the street through our chats in the blue lorry than any motivational speaker. And his impact was my springboard into the hustle world. Through him I got a deal to deliver fruits around supermarkets in Lilongwe using the same truck. This deal was from my neighbor’s mom and her friend who got the word from the colored friend.
In 2012 I graduated with the experience and talks I had with him. I was prepared to go into the hustle world. Knowing it’s no longer a walk through but it will require my undivided attention and dedication to make it. I am running my business today because of the things I learnt from him. I have been so privileged to have met him. He did not give me money or ideas that were a million dollars but in our interactions and the way he carried himself was enough syllabus for my primary hustle education. And today am still learning but I remember him for the impact he has had on my life.
To my good friends Allan Nallat and William Richard Kamandani.
Ps: Happy birthday Allan