Patrick is a Ugandan Entrepreneur, acclaimed film maker and Ad-man, whose company Xibra, markets mobile platform solutions and provides creative communication services.
He has worked with leading brands like Google, MTN Uganda and South African Tourism Board. Patrick's writing brings a fresh new perspective to Technology, marketing and secrets to success
This blog is inspired by the numerous walks he take to the kiosk (Duuka).
I graduated. For the larger part of August and september, I only thought it would be a dream. And i must say I enjoyed it.
I had promised myself that I would only graduate on the condition I had made a fraction of what my lecturers earn otherwise the event meant nothing. You see, I am motivated by money and the more I make, the better i feel about myself. I can do without money, i just use it as a measure of whether I am on the right track or not and on my graduation day, I bought my parents lunch which amounted to 200,000/- and still had 1,500,000 cash in my pocket. My dad was quite impressed, "Today I certainly have a reason to eat. My son has graduated and he is the one picking up the tab."
Perhaps the coolest part about it was my gown arrived 10 minutes before they read my name, hell I want even sure if Gloria was going to bring it for me (I was so busy the night before and the morning working on the projector screens that I hadn't actually bought one.)
Like fate would have it, Gloria showed up just in time, my class mates had already lined up to walk down the red carpet. I ran to the ambulance which was a few meters away, changed quickly and went to the queue. I remember my mum asking me why I was the only person wearing red shoes and I told her, "Well mum, I am sure you and I have established by now that I am a huge fan of theatrics. While everyone is trying desperately to match their clothes with their shoes, I want to match mine with the carpet." - Like a boss. That's the only way I know how to live.
Graduation to me meant that, in a way, i had figured out a few things about life on my own and was proud of that. I had something to celebrate. The journey has just began but im optimistic.
In exactly one hour and twenty minutes the weekend will have come to an end. By then ill probably be in my bed thinking of what I need to do this coming week. setting deadlines for myself. I’m sure am not the only person who does a self evaluation on Sundays.
In Primary school, I hated Sunday nights with the passion because I was scared of the week starting. There always seemed to be something wrong with Mondays. Sunday nights came when I was either not done with homework or my shirt missing from the wire.
On the other hand Sunday comes with hope that we will do better in areas in our lives we did not do as expected in the week that has come to an end. Right now the week looks pretty busy for me. I have been meaning to update my CV to send it out to a couple of agencies. For now it might be the safest option to play. Its hard to strike a balance between doing what we love and doing what we can to survive. In case employment works out, I plan to stay for a bit then get back on the horse as soon as possible.
I have not updated this blog in a while. I suppose alot has been going on that I did not know where to start. So far my Job search is so and so. I have a few good opportunities looking up but that’s as far at it goes.
When the week began I was feeling so low that I possibly could not imagine myself achieving some of the things I had set out to do from the beginning, like Making a great movie, shooting an advert, writing an inspirational book and the list goes on. However the negative energy vanished out of the window when I had a chat with my dad over a cup of coffee midweek. At the time I was contemplating on not attending my graduation but I received troubling news that an exam paper I sat for went missing. Its one thing for it to be up to me not to graduate but its another when I am told I can not. My Dad wrote a quote on a piece of paper like he always does and it read, “If opportunity does not knock, build a door.”
It changed the way I was looking at things and his statement added a bit of fuel to a tank that was running empty. For the past couple of days I have tried to keep myself occupied with art and that has kept me going. The going isn’t any easier and I do not expect it to be. I am willing to fight to see some of my ideas turn into reality
"Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do." - Steve Jobs