2014
“No leaving this class without someone demonstrating their passion,” he said. It’s my chance, it’s my chance. The phrase kept running through my head. I stand up, with unspeakable confidence. I come up with a story. I act it. Everybody applauds me. One moment of happiness I cherish.
2015
“We are welcoming Form 1 students to join a debate competition.” This is my chance. I got this. Boom. I join the Stream A team. 2nd runner-up. Oh my God, I just got a certificate.
2016
“You need to choose three subsidiary subjects you will major in when you reach Form 3.” Fine Art. I think I love this thing. Damn, I am broke. Guess I’ll do some assignments for my fellow students and they pay me. Tf this is a gig that can actually bring in income. I actually love this thing. Maybe if I persist, I might just be good.
2017
New Country.
2018
In high school, I made new friends.
2019
Her.
2020
It's Covid Lockdow I’m bored. What can I do? I wonder what it takes to build a mobile app.
Coding? Sounds interesting. I should give it a try. I’m loving this thing.
I wonder what it takes to build a Netflix clone. Did I just build that? What about an Amazon clone? What about Instagram?
I think I’ll be a GREAT person in future. Maybe I’ll become like Larry Page or Sergey Brin.
I need to integrate video in my websites. Let me build a JavaScript library so I can reuse it. But wait, why is no one downloading my package? Maybe if I write a blog article and post it on dev.to, I might get a few downloads.
WTF, 25k readers in a month?! Holy shit. People are actually using Reactjs-media. Wait, I think I can become a writer. Let’s try another article. WHAAAAT? 40k readers.
2021 April
“Hey, Junior. Time to go back to school. Your fellows have been studying since last October. Unfortunately, I’m sorry you only get to study one term in S.6, then sit for national exams,” Dad says.
“Do I get to go back to King David?” I ask. “No. You’re changing schools. Going to Riviera.” he says
Shit. I haven’t really been studying. Hope I don’t fail. …Did I just pass? OMG. I just finished high school.
What now? I guess I have to apply for college. Which one? Any UC can work. What if I push my shots high maybe Harvard? You know what, let me apply to many.
Damn. I want to apply to Harvard and UC Berkeley. But I have nothing to show for it.
Fuck it. I’m building my own web framework and its tooling. Let’s see if they can ignore that.
Did I just build a React.js clone? I’m really destined for greatness. Shit, it’s time to apply.
2022
14th February
“Jim, wake up. All your colleges have sent their replies. Remember, you said you’re checking them all at once.”
Let’s start from the last to the top. Whittier: Accepted. Missouri S&T: Accepted. Caltech: Rejected.
You know what? Check the big ones. UC Berkeley WTF. Accepted. Happiest day of my life.
16th April
“I’m sorry, Jim. She’s gone.”
May
Shit. I forgot to apply for financial aid. Ain’t no way my parents are affording this tuition. I guess I’ve got to settle for Makerere. At least I proved I can get into UC.
Fuck. The course ain’t as interesting as I thought.
2023
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep. I feel so lost.
2024
I think I should get a job, you know.
December 2024
Try again this time. Go all in. On my own rules again.
Maybe this time, it’s not about proving anything. Just building because I can.
Summer 2025…