One of the ways have lived my life at a certain time till date after being disappointed is that I always remind myself that what is destiny to happen will happen when the time is right but as humans, we tend to be impatient about our destiny forgetting that we can't control everything.
There was this one time, I was working in a factory as a contract staff. We work for straight 12 hours every day. I would say that was the worst wage I have ever been paid, #900 daily which is estimated to be #75 per hour, I didn't care about the money when I wanted to resume the job because my current situation then didn't give me enough choice to turn down the offer. At first, I was happy thinking if I can work 6 days a week straight I would have something tangible as a salary at the end of the month. I didn't consider my transport every day and feeding, all I had in mind was I just need to get a job.
Fast forward to when I started working there, I saw that my plan would only work if I do double shift which means working straight for 24 hours because we hardly work 15 days sometimes, it's either the store is filled up due to fewer order from the market or maybe a repair on the machine, there was always one reason or the other. After months of working without achieving my plan, I thought of working double shifts because they said the factory wants to close down, I started working 24hrs and after two months of working tirelessly, the company close down. We were waiting for new owners to take over and I suddenly fell sick, I felt like I was going to die because I have never felt that ill in my life. After weeks of nursing the illness, I got better. Exactly some days before the new owners would take over, we were asked to come. I went back because I had no choice, a secondary school holder, what kind of job will I get, I thought working there and becoming a staff would be a dream come true. Don't blame me if you think I think too little of myself but even people with high education couldn't get a good job in my country.
The new owner came in and work got more intense with different rules and no increase in salary. It got to a point at work that I couldn't bear it anymore. I was becoming violent because I won't let someone take advantage of me when I know I'm right. So I had to leave and since there was no other option than work, I went back home. I was living alone so I went back to my mom's place.
After I got to her place, I was always locking myself inside because it was shameful to me, going back home with nothing to show. One day, I decide to open up to one of my elder brothers but not blood related and he said I should have told him instead of staying at home, he introduce me to his fish farming business and employed me. It wasn't easy at first but along the line, I got better than even my boss and I brought in the idea of smoked fish with sauce and the ones with out sauce.
I'm currently discussing frozen catfish with him and I hope he listens and put enough funds down to execute the project, with the look of things too I should be owning my fish farm in some months now, just some delay with money.
Just imagine a hopeless factory worker who will soon become a farm owner, it won't have happened if not for God and it won't have happened if the time is not right so whatever situation you find your self just won't stop saying thank you to your creator.
