Watching the “good life” on TV, watching shows of people in those other free and modern countries, I felt like I was on the wrong side of the TV.
Ever had that feeling? Wrong side of the TV? No?
For example, the very first can of Coca Cola I ever held in-person was at the end of 1989 when I was almost 15 years old. I kept that can on a shelf in my bedroom as a prized possession for almost a year! No one else in the neighbourhood had seen one except on TV. That’s what I mean… wrong side of the TV. You want to participate, but you cant 🙂
Anyways, I felt I was stuck in Kenya.
Because if it wasn’t the lack of money, it was the &@#^%$#^ visas!
You see, in the Western world, anyone can be a backpacker, a budget traveller. Just buy a ticket, hop on a flight, figure out the rest as you go!
But as a Kenyan passport holder, you need more than that!
You need Jesus! Just kidding… But you need a lot.
First, you need a visa.
I cannot just get on a flight to the USA with a Kenyan passport. No.
I need to first apply for an appointment at the embassy.
And it has to be at the US embassy in Kenya. Even if I am in Australia, and I need to visit the US, I have to go back to Kenya to get my US visa. True story.
And there is a waiting line of weeks or months for appointments (so there goes impulse travel out the window!).
Then, at the appointment, they interview us. We have to show:
- bank statements for the last 3 to 6 months to show we can afford the trip
- bank statements to show we are rich enough not to want to become illegal aliens
- we also have to book all hotels and flights in advance and show that to the embassy at the time of the interview (so forget about backpacking, impulse or casual travel!)
- then, if it is for longer than a certain number of months stay, you often end up taking health tests which may include Xray, blood, stool and urine sample (well, that extreme is for student visas usually).
- finally, you have to show proof of sufficient reason to return to Kenya (e.g. you own real estate).
- and then you get a visa stamped full of conditions and limitations.
I’m not making this up. Check it online.
The whole process makes most Kenyans extremely scared, literally scared, of visiting embassies, because it is a full scale interrogation where many, many applications are denied. And this is why you typically don’t see many Kenyan backpackers exploring the world – they just can’t get a visa!
So to get my freedom, I had to learn how to earn a higher income first!
Problem is, salaries in Kenya are pathetically low! Kenya’s GDP per capita is only around $1,200, whereas it is $52,000 in the US, $67,000 in Australia, and $101,000 in Norway.
So getting a job was out of the question.
Thus, I had to first learn how to increase my wealth consciousness and escape poverty consciousness, and then I had to learn how to become more financially valuable as a person and then build a high-income business around that, and even learn how to invest that income properly.
Otherwise, I was going to remain stuck in Kenya. And that was simply unacceptable to me.
Talk about motivation!!! That got me motivated big time!
So I started an online business, simply because (a) it required least capital, which I didn’t have and (b) it sold to foreigners who had money, since Kenyan’s weren’t capable of spending on me as much as I needed to “escape”.
Now… One last small thing… I used to freeze to death when applying for visas.
But then again, after a while, what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, right?
Now I don’t freeze. Actually, I kinda enjoy the challenge nowadays 🙂
The whole Kenya, dad, high school, visas, dictator, etc limitations forced me to learn how to cultivate an undefeated mind and develop emotional vulnerability such that the obstacle became the way.
(FAST FORWARD A FEW YEARS: Now having mastered it, look at just a few of my visas from my last 3 passports – I have had 7 passports in my life, all but two of which filled up with visas)…
Sometimes, traveling with friends across borders, they would walk in no worries while I, with my Kenyan passport, would be stopped at every border stop for questioning. Every single time! Was embarrassing!
Needless to say, I wasn’t proud of that aspect of being Kenyan. I found it degrading at the time.
Now I have learned to feel worthy regardless of whatever! Doesn’t matter what, I feel worthy.
Lack of self worth is a problem that plagues billions of people, and I am glad I figured out how to overcome that crippling condition once and for all. I will show you how to do that for yourself later…
But back then, my Kenyan passport and all it meant and how I was treated for it just made me feel like I was a 3rd class citizen of the world. Like I didn’t belong.
And talking of money, Kenya just made it damn hard to make some!
First, lack of industrialization is crippling!
It was extremely difficult to run my online business without electricity or the Internet for most of the day and night!
Sometimes I would get just 4 hours of electricity and Internet in a 24 hour period!
Most blackouts were unplanned and happened without notice, but sometimes they were kind enough to advertise the planned blackouts in the newspaper like this here below (so you can get a Coke and a Smile and prepare to be properly disappointed from 9AM to 5PM)…
To get a better idea, see this NASA photo of the world at night:
Oh and the Internet was expensive! At some point I was paying around $200 a month for relatively slow Internet that often failed. Had no alternative. I often wondered how it would be like to have uninterrupted electricity and Internet every day, all the time. It was like dreaming of heaven!
Talking of which, let me tell you about the time I got crabs. Yes, pubic lice, gaddamnit!! I only ever got it once, and it had nothing to do with sex. It had to do with electricity and the Internet! How?
Well… So my father is a doctor, right? And hospitals have backup generators. And I was trying to run an online business, so I needed electricity and Internet. So Dad talks to a friend of his, a gynecologist. Gynecologist has extra office space. Gynecologist gives me the space. I am happy. I have electricity and Internet! WOW! Every day I go sit in gynecologist office, happy to be able to do my work online. Gynecologist also has a toilet in office. I use same toilet. I just sit on it, never thinking to wipe it or whatever. One day, I notice some creatures living on my private parts… Hadn’t been with a woman in that period, too busy working my escape plan. So when I got my new “pets”, there was no doubt where they came from… that toilet.
Yes… I’m probably the only person to get crabs in search of electricity and the Internet.
Secondly, at the time, Kenya made it illegal to accept credit cards online. WTF???? So I had to fake a US residential address to get a US bank account etc etc to be able to collect my monies. To this day, you cannot withdraw PayPal payments into Kenya (but it is not illegal to take card payments online any more).
In many other ways, Kenya just made it unreasonably difficult to get ahead financially.
But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?
Eventually, it does, yes. And it did.
In fact, if it hadn’t been for these obstacles, I am almost 100% sure I would NEVER had bothered to become a serious, committed and thorough investigator of “how life works”, I would not have written my books and courses, I would not have worked on The Secret, I may never have investigated spirituality, wealth, abundance and the subconscious… And so on. You and I wouldn’t have come into contact. More about that later…
But in the meantime, these obstacles, at least the way I saw them, made me experience chronic lack of money for many years, have to fight negative programming of being “useless and unfitting”, battled low self worth, struggle with a habit of judging myself negatively and materially, contend with a knee-jerk reaction of hiding from people before they “discover my damaged self”, live with a very strong negative self-critic that sounded like my father’s voice internalised, fear of “adults”, fear of being “measured” and found wanting, insecure and so on.
At some subconscious level, at the time I:
- believed I didn’t deserve success
- believed that my work wasn’t good enough
- believed that I wasn’t good enough
- believed that people will hurt or control me
- felt that I had an invisible weight that kept me down, unable to rise; great resistance at the cusp of glory and thus I would always fall back
- I self sabotaged myself so I remain in the dark
- I had a recurring dream I was running to escape something but I was stuck in a bog, a sludge, and it was like running through molasses or glue… very slow, a struggle against the sticky fluid
- I had expectation of ever-present and imminent invasion and punishment
- I developed the identity of a 3rd class world citizen
So I simply had to learn how to understand and solve my subconscious blockages and programming or conditioning – if I didn’t, I would stay stuck in Kenya.
But interestingly enough, this negativity did not fully consume me.
A part of me still felt multi-dimensional with a firm grasp of advanced spiritual and life concepts.
I still had an inner knowing of my destiny.
I knew, at some level, that this material, these experiences, were “work” that I had to get through, unfold and blossom.
I knew I was destined for something great!
And so there was a tug of war between my true essence (Who I Really Am) and my programmed and conditioned identity (Sir Fake).
And for a while, until quite recently, Sir Fake usually won that tug of war, and we suffered for it.
So back to the story… How to escape Kenya? I made a plan… And I will tell you all about my plan and how it worked next…