I frequently get asked the question, how did I make it? Some of you have possibly been a couple of the randoms who have hit me up on Facebook, and Twitter ( that’s the only guess I have for the rise in questions), but I’m here to clear a few things up. The number one thing I can share with you guys is to get your hustle on. The reason I made money and became a success was because every day, I woke up, and felt blessed that God gave me another day to hustle my balls off. I understood somewhat how the economy worked, I also knew that it took some money, to capitalize on that money, and make fat gains. I set my sights on the rich life and wanted to get there. I had such a strong burning desire in my heart to make it the happy life, that good good life. I also saw my momma in the sky when I would look up and ask God for some inspiration. Just about every time, my brain would create a picture of my momma in different moods. Sometimes she would be smiling at me for the hard work that I have been putting in that day, and I felt she was proud of me. Sometimes though, when I was slacking a little bit, I would look into the sky and see she had a look of disappointment upon me. I knew, and she knew when I could have been working harder and when I could have been more focused on the goals that I had set out to accomplish. I always knew the number one goal I had in life was to help my mom back in Somalia live a happy life, and particularly one of good fortune.
Having actually experienced the poor life that many Somalians succumb too, including theft, killing, rape, sickness, drugs, and just bad deeds all around horrified me. I actually was able to see the detrimental way of life that people were living in and their way out, which was non-existent. I told myself I did not want to live like them anymore. I did not want to have be put in that situation ever. For my family, for myself, for my future children, I needed to make a name for myself so I could make a serious difference in my family’s life. (more…)
Where I last left you, I had begun working for a nice Texan man doing landscaping. This is where my life starts to toward the up and up. At the moment, I was living illegally in America, but the man was kind enough to give me nearly minimum wage, which was more than enough to afford a studio apartment that would allow me to pay cash for my expenses. Although, I had no electricity, no running water, and was forced to take care of myself using water bottles for my bathing and drinking needs. Life was a struggle, but it was within the first year of living here I had begun working on becoming a U.S. citizen. With the help of the kind Texan, I was able to get my green card and live here temporarily for work. I was now a legal resident!
No more stealing cargo, no more guiding boats, I could make an honest living for once. Let’s just say, I was happier than I imagined I could be!
Once I became a legal resident, the kind Texan man let me know it was going to be troubling to pay me a minimum wage deal, so he referred me to his brother in law in the bay area of California. Thank goodness for that, because I was able to be near water at nearly every angle. Something about the vastness of the oceans gave me relief that escape was possible at any angle.
The man that the kind Texan referred me to was a business owner. He set me up as a pool cleaner in Walnut Creek, CA. The job was much easier than I had imagined going in, I thought it would be hard work. But, the man paid me very nicely and I was able to start saving enough money to invest. I had a desire for investment and knew that in this economy, it was very easy to get rich without doing much work if you could read the market. And so began my business minded lifestyle. Without enough cash in my pocket, I knew I could do anything. (more…)
Hey everyone, I am Chayntnear Abulagambanay, I am born of East Africa family, but I grow up in U.S.A. I live now in Zanzibar Island and Tanzania, and I love it. Most of the future articles will be of discussion about Tanzania, but it took me a while to build up my fortune to be able to afford living here as it is higher expensive more than most places in Africa. Africa is a very poor continent as a whole, but the luxurious place to live like me in Zanzibar island take some money, usually coming with loads and loads of hardest work, more than most.
So like I said, I was born in East Africa, Somalia to be exact. Not many of us in Somalia make it out to have a better life. To be honest, most of my childhood friends did not either. They either are doing illegal pirating, which is primarily stealing from others for themselves, dead, or they moved away from their home and I have lost all of my contact with them.