For a long time, my life was a joke to everyone around me. Wherever I went, people whispered. Some laughed openly. Others shook their heads in pity. I was known as the person who failed at everything. Businesses failed. Jobs failed. Plans failed. Nothing I touched ever worked, and everyone noticed.

Relatives stopped taking me seriously. During family gatherings, they spoke about me in low voices, thinking I could not hear. Some openly said I was lazy. Others said I was cursed. Neighbours laughed whenever I tried something new. They would say, “This one will also fail, just wait.” Those words cut deeper than hunger.

I tried many times to rise. I started small businesses with hope, only to watch them collapse. I applied for jobs and faced rejection after rejection. Some interviews ended with promises that never came. Each failure broke my confidence a little more. Slowly, I began to believe what people said about me.

Friends I once trusted started avoiding me. When I called them, they were busy. When I visited, they were not around. Invitations stopped. I became an embarrassment. No one wanted to be associated with someone who never succeeded. I was alone. To continue reading click on