“Becoming Her: The Journey from Survival to Success”
My story begins in the simplest of places — a small home filled with love, laughter, and lessons. But in 2008, everything changed. My father passed away, and that loss tore through our lives like a storm. I was still young, but old enough to understand that nothing would ever be the same again. His death left not only an emotional gap but also a deep struggle that would define much of my childhood.
After his passing, I was taken to the countryside — a place that was meant to be a safe haven but turned into a different kind of challenge. Life there was hard. The days were long, filled with work, uncertainty, and pain. I faced hardships no child should ever face — from neglect to abuse, and moments where I had to fight for my safety.
There were times I narrowly escaped sexual harassment — from people I should have been able to trust, even close relatives. Those moments changed me forever. They taught me the meaning of fear, but also the strength that comes when you refuse to be broken. I learned early that silence can be powerful, but survival requires courage. Through it all, I kept reminding myself that these moments didn’t define me — they prepared me.
I grew up watching conflict at home, constant fights between my parents, and endless emotional pain. My siblings and I carried that burden quietly, and for a long time, it felt like the world had forgotten us. But deep within me, something refused to give up — a tiny spark that whispered, “This is not how your story ends.”
Education became my escape — my one way out. Even when life seemed impossible, I chased learning with everything I had. I didn’t have money, school fees, or parental support, but I had determination. There were days I would go to orphanage schools pretending to be an orphan, just so I could get a chance to study. It wasn’t easy, and sometimes it was humiliating, but I knew that knowledge was the one thing no one could ever take away from me.
Eventually, I completed my studies. That alone was a victory — proof that persistence works. But reality hit hard again: no job, no connections, no certificates that could open doors. I knocked on doors that never opened, sent applications that never got replies, and faced disappointment after disappointment.
Still, I didn’t give up. I took whatever work I could find — house chores, construction work, cleaning — anything that could earn me a few coins. It wasn’t much, but it kept me moving. I learned to survive, to be content with small wins, and to stay grounded in hope.
But deep down, I always knew I was destined for something greater. I wanted more than survival — I wanted transformation. One day, I made a decision that changed everything: I decided to take a risk.
Welcome on board 😎
That risk led me to Tech Space Masters (TSM) — an organization that didn’t care about my certificates or background, but about my mindset. I had no qualifications, no experience, but what I had was hunger, persistence, and faith. And TSM embraced that. They gave me a platform to learn, grow, and believe again.
Through TSM, I discovered purpose. I found people who saw potential in me when I had very little to show. I learned that success isn’t about luck — it’s about courage, consistency, and belief. It’s about showing up even when you’re scared, taking the first step even when you can’t see the whole staircase.
The journey hasn’t been easy, but every challenge I’ve faced has become part of my strength. I’ve learned that it’s okay to fall — what matters is that you rise. I’ve learned that sometimes, pain is the foundation of purpose.
Today, I’m not just the girl who survived; I’m the woman who is becoming. My life is still a work in progress — a story I keep rewriting every single day. I may not have it all figured out, but I’ve come far enough to know that quitting is not an option.
TSM gave me the wings, but the fire has always been within me. And as I keep building, dreaming, and growing, I know this for sure — the story of a dreamer doesn’t end; it evolves. Every sunrise gives me another chance to polish my dreams, inspire others, and live with purpose.
No matter where you are in life, remember this — your past does not define you, your choices do. Every pain you’ve endured, every tear you’ve shed, and every door that closed on you was preparing you for something greater. Never stop believing in yourself, even when no one else does. Keep dreaming, keep pushing, and keep rising. Because one day, your story — just like mine — will become someone else’s reason not to give up. 🌟
