Going to keep it very short, for now. Lot of unresolved trauma
I grew up in a low income household in the Eastern Region of Ghana, a
small town called Monrovia. I had a pretty rough childhood. I was
maltreated and went through a lot of pain inflicted by my mom. Why?
Well, my parents divorced when I was about 4 as they used to fight a
lot. Dad was never around. I just sadly got the wrong gene card and
ended up having similar phenotypes as my dad. The game was rigged
against me, before I even knew I was playing it, you might say. She
would just look at me and get pissed every time. I reminded her of her
trauma with my Dad. I can recall a number of times she told me she
wished I was dead. Not here to play the victim card. So as you can
imagine, growing up around such pain, forces you to do extra to impress.
I always have a chip on my shoulder. And the only thing that would be on
my mind every single morning is independence. I went to school starving
a number of times and would solve homeworks for class mates and get paid
for it. Had to get creative.
Fast forward, I hustled my way to get my first phone in highschool and
started learning some digital skills with it. Learned how to write (or
at least watched endless videos on it, every day all night), Picked up
some marketing skills. About that time, the crypto industry was picking
up. So I, again, hustled my way into getting hired by a crypto company
as a social media manager and soon after that made enough money to get
my first laptop. Then I started learning coding with it. I kept saving
what I earned. And when it was time for uni, I applied to Gordon
University in the USA, got admitted, Got a not-full scholarship and
since we couldn’t pay the fees still, I dropped out and decided to give
Ghana university a try. Got admitted into a Ghanaian university, and I,
again, dropped out in the first month and finally got the escape that I
had been yearning for. I had saved up enough money to rent an apartment
and survive on for a year (If I was being careful). So I weighed my
options, staying in school and spending 4 years of my life finishing a
course and later competing with colleagues that had connections to get a
Job, or drop out and trust that I could figure things out. I chose the
latter.
Fast forward, I built a number of websites for people, made some more
money and started a couple of companies here and there when I saw an
opportunity. A lot is to share but not ready to. Will edit and update this at the right time.
E.B
A Chip on my shoulder
2025 May 18th See all postsGoing to keep it very short, for now. Lot of unresolved trauma
I grew up in a low income household in the Eastern Region of Ghana, a small town called Monrovia. I had a pretty rough childhood. I was maltreated and went through a lot of pain inflicted by my mom. Why? Well, my parents divorced when I was about 4 as they used to fight a lot. Dad was never around. I just sadly got the wrong gene card and ended up having similar phenotypes as my dad. The game was rigged against me, before I even knew I was playing it, you might say. She would just look at me and get pissed every time. I reminded her of her trauma with my Dad. I can recall a number of times she told me she wished I was dead. Not here to play the victim card. So as you can imagine, growing up around such pain, forces you to do extra to impress. I always have a chip on my shoulder. And the only thing that would be on my mind every single morning is independence. I went to school starving a number of times and would solve homeworks for class mates and get paid for it. Had to get creative.
Fast forward, I hustled my way to get my first phone in highschool and started learning some digital skills with it. Learned how to write (or at least watched endless videos on it, every day all night), Picked up some marketing skills. About that time, the crypto industry was picking up. So I, again, hustled my way into getting hired by a crypto company as a social media manager and soon after that made enough money to get my first laptop. Then I started learning coding with it. I kept saving what I earned. And when it was time for uni, I applied to Gordon University in the USA, got admitted, Got a not-full scholarship and since we couldn’t pay the fees still, I dropped out and decided to give Ghana university a try. Got admitted into a Ghanaian university, and I, again, dropped out in the first month and finally got the escape that I had been yearning for. I had saved up enough money to rent an apartment and survive on for a year (If I was being careful). So I weighed my options, staying in school and spending 4 years of my life finishing a course and later competing with colleagues that had connections to get a Job, or drop out and trust that I could figure things out. I chose the latter.
Fast forward, I built a number of websites for people, made some more money and started a couple of companies here and there when I saw an opportunity. A lot is to share but not ready to. Will edit and update this at the right time.
E.B