If you had told me four years ago that I would one day be seated at the high table during national political summits, I would have laughed in disbelief. I was just a young man, known more for my stubborn ambition than any real influence. My name didn’t open doors. My family had no political ties. All I had was a burning desire to lead and a heart for the people.
I had contested once for the local MCA seat, and it was a disaster. No funding, no network, no strategy. I was just another face on a poster, ignored, mocked, and brushed off. After the loss, I was shattered. People I thought were friends stopped picking my calls. Even my own relatives warned me to stop chasing “impossible dreams.” to read more click here
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