on the edge
My Journey from a 3rd World to Canada People say you get to know who is there for you in times of need. Well, I'm currently learning that the hard way. Backtrack a couple of months ago, April 8th to be exact, when I got on a plane and landed in Canada. My high school friend, conveniently named Emmanuel as well, offered me a place to crash at his home for a month and two weeks. Equipped with only a visitor visa and a dream for the future, I ventured into the unknown land. Back home, I left a company I’d been running for 12 years, a two-bedroom house fully furnished with a 65-inch TV, a 7.2 surround sound system with Dolby Atmos, a kitchen the size of entire apartments in Toronto, a car, two maids, a PA, and an office on the top floor of the newest, shiniest building on my street. And at this point, most of you must be thinking, what a dumb decision to leave all that behind. Oh, did I mention my supermodel-looking, tall, thin Rwandese girlfriend? Yeah, life was good. But I wanted mor...