2 days ago, I turned the fifth job offer in 4 months. This is
apart from a number of partnership offers, marketing offers and like
"opportunities" I had passed up earlier.
I quit my job at the end of July to pursue an idea, a startup,
internet startup business. Apart from having launched 2 products (kobowise.com, an online accounting tool for small businesses and gospoteric.com, an online
store for gospel and like messages), I'm yet to record any significant progress
in revenue. It looked like a dumb move – quitting, considering the fact that I
didn't have some plenty cash tucked away somewhere. My primary reason for
quitting was because I felt unfulfilled, I was suffocating. I felt like I was
running away from some kind of entrepreneurial responsibilities, like Jonah. I finally
made up my mind to walk after listening to Steve Harris’ podcast titled “WouldYou Please Fail”.
Yes, I did save up something in the months I was working,
but it ran out in no time. My products haven't seen much success. To be honest,
I have felt discouraged many times, carrying the heavy load of 2 internet
startups (technical, marketing and everything else in between) alone. The discouragements,
coupled with little or, mostly, no funds, have derailed me quite often,
resulting in the kind of inconsistency that makes it even harder to succeed. Of
course, no man can serve 2 masters, much less when he's the only one doing all
the service. So I suspended one and followed the other. I had also considered freelance
gigs – in fact, I’m about to sign up as a home tutor on Prepclass.com.ng to
teach Math, Piano, or Tech Entrepreneurship.
Why then did I turn down the job offers? If I am broke and
my startups are still not starting up, why am I still wasting my time?
First there is that sense of entrepreneurial responsibility,
that loud voice in your head showing you different societal problems and
charting possible solutions, showing you how many possible ways things could be
done differently, reminding you of all the stuff you have read from books, blogs
and other materials concerning entrepreneurs and entrepreneurship and how you
long to try them out. A call to duty. All those ideas looking up to you
expectantly like starving children looking into the fridge.
Then there is curiousity - the crave to know. To know what
will happen if you tried, if you pursued those plans you have been contemplating,
if you held on a little longer. To know if those voices in your head are right,
if you can truly make a change, create something; convert an invisible
opportunity to something tangible. To see how far your potentials can take you.
You want to know if you too can become another
intriguing success story.
Next is a strong sense of purpose, that superman, man-on-a-mission
feeling; the conviction that you were “born for this”. By now, you have
believed that first voice in your head and you have stepped out, and you have
probably had your fingers burnt a few times already. But you have tied the
belief that it is up you and that you are up to it to your very fulfilment and
happiness. Giving up on it will make you start to doubt if you can ever amount
to anything at all, if you’ll ever lead a fulfilling life or ever taste victory.
You start wondering if that is how you will keep chickening out forever.
Then there is the bragging right - to be right to say I did
it, I made it. A story to tell, a proof that you are indeed the man - you held
through. A trophy, your trophy, from which you can draw the confidence to
attempt even bigger things. Even Jesus was said to have endured His cross
because of this. This thought fills you with energy. If you are lucky, it
drowns out the rumbling of your empty stomach and your aching legs that you have
used to trek from Sabo to Anthony.
It could be a couple more things, but the fact remains that
you have to have a strong enough reason to keep going till you get there –
wherever it is you left your job for.
I probably could have done a number of things differently
that would have eased my journey, save up a little more money maybe. But no one
ever has enough money. Bishop David Abioye once said that God gave us brains
for when there is not enough money. Quitting because of lack of fund feels like
an insult to my brain. I believe that you develop some kind of mental muscle
and prove your mettle by searching for ways around obstacles like this. I
refuse to concede any excuse. Everyone that made it has had a reasonable excuse
to quit at some point. That is what this journey is about - making it
irrespective of the how badly the odds are stacked up against you.
Like many before me, I have attributed the consequences of
my own foolishness to challenges of startup, some to the devil. Still, they are
all obstacles, they are in the way. Whether it is lack of funds, inexperience in
negotiating and acquiring the rights and licenses for messages or the downside
of your temperament; that is your own cross, you have to go through them to
make it. But I’ll rather face them and learn – and I am learning – than hide
behind a desk in some company.
So this Christmas, the guy that played it safe and kept his
job can afford to go shopping while I keep looking for how to get a user with
just 10MB bonus data on a 3G network to buy and download a 32MB audio message. Be
that as it may, I’m still not taking that job.


