My First F*cking Substack Post - My Failure Blogging

Blogging isn't for the faint-hearted and Lord knows it's tried to break me multiple times

Life is funny. I am a University-educated 25-year-old who can’t even pay his rent comfortably. Each month I have to go through a mini-panic trying to scramble whatever monies I can find to pay my rent. All while I am an avid blogger who’s relentlessly been blogging for four years now. Is something wrong with me?

Maybe I should have listened to my mom who keeps going on about employment and finding a job. It’s like she doesn’t get it. It’s like no one gets it. I DON’T WANT A JOB. More importantly, MY BLOGGING IS MY JOB!… Even if it pays me nothing. I’ve tried all manner of ways to make money from blogging.

Four years down the line and over 550 posts later, NOTHING! It gets to a point I start wondering whether I am cursed. Am I cursed? Did someone withcraft me?.. F*cker. No, I am not cursed or witchcraft-ed. I am simply paying my dues.

I got into blogging after my assignment assistance job went underwater during the COVID-19 pandemic. I thought.. well, f*ck that sh*t and f*ck depending on someone else or their business to earn a living. I then threw myself into blogging and have never looked back since.

I thought to myself,.. my dream is to make music right? Why not have something that I can do before, during, and after my music career? Why not work on a lifetime project that I can look back on and be proud of? Why not start my own blog? 4 years later and we still going with Mania Inc. (www.maniainc.com).

So, I have never really made anything from the blog. Well, I have never even been able to withdraw the few pennies and cents I have earned. NEVER! I pledged to do this whether I am paid or not and 4 years later I am still going strong.

Truth is,… I am drained, tired, demotivated, left behind in life, and feeling so undervalued. Doesn’t Google see all the hard work I put in? Doesn’t anyone see the multitude of links that I post for blog posts. Has God forgotten me?

Well. God hasn’t forgotten me and on the flip side, I understand that good things take time. Therefore, I’ll keep on pushing,, even if I die. Writing is what I love doing and nobody or nothing will stop me. I’ll keep doing it and I hope and pray that you come along on this journey with me.

Welcome to my Substack!! Here we are… in Substack. Now, how do we go about this? Let’s just take it step by step. Subscribe and let’s see where this goes. I am from Kenya, Africa and we still don’t have Stripe supported in our country so the blog posts may have to be free for a while. But hopefully, we’ll find a leeway or someone who’ll help get us an account.

In the meantime, let’s enjoy the breath of fresh air here on Substack. Let’s grin on this platform’s emergence as a company independent and strong enough to scare Twitter. Let’s revel in the glory of life. Let’s be.

I’ll be free and blunt and I’ll use curse words if I have to. Fuck it. Let’s have fun. Let’s go wild. No advertisers to worry about or stupid overlord Google to please. Let me write because I want to and for those who want to read. Welcome to my absolutely fucking awesome freaking Sub-motherfckkkking-Substack!!!!!!!!!!