I Never Planned To Be A Writer
A lot of times I have been asked what got me to start writing. Had you asked me what I wanted to do with my life after high school? I would have unequivocally told you, “AN ENGINEER,”- electrical or something close. And I was on that path when an event that might have been in many respects tragic occurred. But this wasn’t what led me to become a writer though it did give me time to get on that path of discovering that I had a thing for books.
When I finished my grade 12, there was that year I stayed home waiting for results and then deciding what school to go to. That year was a difficult one because for the first time in a while, I had nothing to do and I wasn’t used to that. But I had so many thoughts running through my head that the only way I found relief was penning them down and so I did. I wrote things down in a book that I eventually lost. That phase died a natural death and I went on to be forged into one of Zambia’s universities- THE COPPERBELT UNIVERSITY. In my first year, I still had a lot of things going through my head but no audience to share them with. I then wrote a four pages brochure that I still have today that I had plans of distributing to willing students at ZIT as we called it. But, for some reason, I only printed one copy which I have to this day. The gentleman who printed it made a simple comment, “you will go far.” I didn’t think so much about his statement.
Two years later, tragedy struck. I dropped out of UNI and that was the end of DARIO THE ENGINEER. So, I had a lot of time on my hands in 2006 and a lot of thoughts in my head. Aside from dealing with the pain of failure, I had a lot of other things that I was thinking about. Some of the thoughts were a result of a talk I had given at a school in Nkana East in Kitwe that had to do with potential. I put a lot of thoughts down then one day I had an idea I had no clue would change the direction of my life forever. I figured I could try to produce a book. Just as a side note, be careful what you think. It might just happen. In one way, I didn’t know I was embarking on an 8 years plus journey that would be really difficult. I didn’t know that I would have to sell my computer to raise money for printing. I didn’t know that I would have to cover distances of 40km to find printing places because I was too broke to ride a bus. I didn’t know that there would be a number of people who would question my audacity and put down my efforts. I didn’t know I would be that I would find it challenging to get my own people, Zambians to buy my message. I didn’t know all the DARK side that comes with pursuing a dream like that. I didn’t know THE COST OF MY DREAM.