Hello guys, its been quite a while, has it not? I apologise. Many creatives will attest to the fact there comes a time in their journey where their creative juices appear to have stopped running. For writers this is called writers block. There are a number of things that can cause writers block – such as, competing tasks, distractions, and others. For me, it has been the case of competing tasks. Here is the back story.
From the time that I got out of hospital in early March 2020, I have been homebound since (bound to my home environment). The sun used to rise and set with the same roof over my head. To appreciate how difficult this was for me, you must understand that I am busy bee. I seldom sit down in one place for a protracted time period. I would rather be busy cleaning the car, or fastening a loose screw. So, to be bed-ridden with limited manoeuvrability was hellish, to say the least.
After 3 months of my bed-rest I could not take it any longer. I decided to do something new. So, I started to binge watch shows on Netflix. I would spend the entire day watching one show, movie or another. As you might imagine, this was not a productive exercise. After a month of watching Netflix, it was time to move on to something more productive. Keeping in mind that my physical abilities were limited, it was clear that any activity I hoped to engage in would have to involve my computer.
I remembered the days when I attempted to be a music producer and a rapper. Shout out to Pembamoyo, Barry, Eric Mule and the crew. With that in mind, I attempted to re-unite with frooty loops (a program for making music on the computer). Unfortunately, I had lost touch and there was no coming back.
I turned my attention to something completely new. I started teaching myself how to develop android mobile applications. I have not looked back ever since. There is something gratifying about conceiving a concept and seeing it come to existence at your fingertips. I must confess that the original idea fell-off and I ended up doing something else. In fact, I did three different projects. One of which I will share with you as soon as it is ready for public consumption.
Apart from engrossing myself in mobile app development, I have also buried myself into doing work for my other businesses – Zambia Ecommerce Expo & Conference, Zambia Ecommerce Awards, and Crypto Tamanga. All of which held successful events towards the close of last year.
Moral of the story. “It is not falling that matters. Rather, it is how you get back up”. Another adage says, “Fall 7 times, get up 8 times”. Cliché, I know. But, when life serves you a curve ball, your reaction must not be to give up but rather readjust your position to best attack the ball. When I had stroke, a lot changed. I could not do things that I was previously able to with ease. I was knocked down but I was not out. I found a way out. And that is what matters today.
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Happy new year to you all, from my family to yours. May you find happiness, peace, and joy in 2021.
It all happened in a blur. In very inexplicable circumstances. Approximately 8hrs between my initial respiratory failure and total organ shut down. As promised, here is chapter 2 of my story, told through the eyes of my sister-in-law, Esoko, and my cousin, Ken. In their own words. I cried when I read the narration from Esoko. What an ordeal it must have been for her, Ken, and the medical team. I am grateful for the quick response at Coptic hospital because, without it, someone else would have been telling my story today. It all just seems to have been God orchestrated. Esoko Esoko Samantha Chibangulula (42) is the older sister to my wife. The firstborn in a family of seven (7). Bubbly and calm by nature, she is someone my kids and I have come to count on for pretty much anything. This is her narration of what happened to me on that fateful day. I was dosing in my favorite chair at home when I received a frantic phone call from my sister, Charmaine, informing me that Japhe...
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