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It was a warm sunny day, It must have been a year after tertiary school graduation and I still couldn't find a formal job. Most of the friends I was with at the University of Zambia had something going on. Majority of the girls I knew were formally employed, and for some reason the females seem to get jobs faster and earlier than the males do. I was happy for my friends who had found jobs, I wasn't bitter in any way. I was on my own path, I was so involved working on my purpose in life, or at least what I had thought my purpose was. I was working the Law of Attraction. I was in total bliss, I was grateful for my life and I still am. I have always known that I had a certain influence on people around me, I could almost fit any social setting I found myself in. It was during this period, i and my friends had started working on a project we call Book-IT. Well basically the idea of the project was vague at the time, the premise of it is very much different to what it has become today. At the time, we were so keen on becoming the pioneers of promoting a better reading culture in Zambia. This objective is still part of the project. We got working on the Book-IT project, Later the project took my team and I to South Africa. There in South Africa we formed Book clubs for book literature reviews, were book lover's and non book lover's would come together to review a particular book and get different perceptions of the same book from different people. Mainly the aim was to widen your scope and view of your own perception and using a book would be a great place to start. I was in charging of running and facilitating the book club's, recruiting new members and convincing non book lover's that it was for their own good after all. After a while in South Africa I got acquaintanced with a few other people i didn't know and I was invited to an international club called toast masters public speaking club. They had a segment were a volunteer would go to the front of the audience whilst there, a random topic about anything would be given to the volunteer and they had to present on it in less than 2 minutes. Without fear I volunteered, my topic was, 'Do you agree or disagree that Valentine's day is a good thing and why?' I had already established myself as the "enthusiastic" guy. As I wrapped my head around the topic trying to figure out what to say, my mind sat down. My mouth quickly became dry, at that very instant I understood what the phrase 'cotton mouth' meant. As I continued to look at the audience their smiles slowly disappeared from their faces. I repeated several sentences out with a quivering shaky voice. My face was hot with embarrassment, I could feel sweat running down my armpits and in the loins of my boxer' pants. The close of my presentation was as bad as the opening. A few clapped, out of pity I supposed. A bitter night it was, I could almost taste it in my mouth. A Hero At Large because I have dreamt, I have dared, I have desired, I have read wide and vast, I have succeeded on my ideas and most importantly because I have failed, not once but many several Times.