By Mercy Anyanso


Faith isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s a whisper. A nudge. A redirection that feels more like heartbreak than clarity. But looking back, I realize it has been the most constant guide in my career journey even when I didn’t understand where it was leading me.

After resigning from my role as a secretary in a real estate company due to unpaid salaries, I decided to chase control and freedom. I didn’t want anyone holding my paycheck hostage again. So I returned to a familiar gift: DJing. It was something I had always done on the side, something I loved. Around the same time, I tried launching a footwear brand too. But it didn’t take off the way I hoped, so DJing became my full-time hustle. It was not just a side gig anymore. I was all in.

Even then, I had some basic digital knowledge - video editing, social media, stuff like that, but nothing that felt like a “career.” When I relocated to a new city, I looked for ways to build a more stable future. I enrolled in a social media management and content writing course, hoping it would lead to employment. When that didn’t pan out, I fell back on DJing again, travelling to different cities and playing regularly at lounges this time.

But I had a problem, I didn’t have a good laptop of my own. I was always borrowing from my colleagues. Eventually, someone gifted me a MacBook, but it spent more time at the repairer’s than in my hands. So I turned to my mom for help. I pleaded. Explained how passionate I was about music. She agreed. The plan was to send the money on a certain day. I waited all morning, then all afternoon.

It never came.

That evening, she called. “God told me not to send it,” she said. “He was firm. He said He’s not pleased with this path. Things might not work out the way you think.”

I was crushed. I was mad. But I believed her. My mother would never lie in God’s name. Even though I wasn’t as close to God as I am now, hearing that He was involved was enough to make me stop. It hurt deeply. Because, boy, have you seen me on stage? I loved what I did. I was good at it. But obedience isn’t always easy. So I stopped DJing. Then I started to think long and hard: What next?

That was when I looked towards tech.

I began with AiCE - AI Career Essentials, An In-depth AI beginner course. I was excited just learning about AI tools. I explored LLMs, created a song with Udio AI, played with Gemini, and got introduced to platforms like Teachable Machine. We even designed websites and portfolios with Canva and Wix. Then came LinkedIn optimization. It was like discovering a whole new world.

But I didn’t stop there. I realized AiCE was just a foundation. I needed something deeper, something stronger. That’s how I found data analytics.

It wasn’t flashy. It didn’t have the same creative energy I was used to. But something about it felt… obedient. Right. Purposeful. So I enrolled, learned, and became certified.

Just as I was finishing the program, something else was born, ‘Digital Literacy for the Modern Age.’ It came from the same place faith always speaks to me from: an inner prompting I couldn’t ignore. This wasn’t just about me anymore. It was about helping others, teaching the very skills I once lacked.

But even after writing the book, my financial problems weren’t magically solved, because I still didn’t have a job. I continued to promote it on my social platforms, creating content, showing up consistently, marketing. yet sales were slow.

I decided I needed clarity, I signed up for a mentorship session with someone I trusted. She reviewed my work and looked closely at my skills, my certification in data analytics, my writing, even a sample website I had built. She was surprised I was struggling financially with all these assets. “You shouldn’t be broke with all these skills,” she said.

She suggested offering website development as a service. I told her the truth: I had learned it only because it was taught to me. I could replicate websites if someone asked me to, but it didn’t bring me joy. If I turned it into a business, yes, I might get better, take more courses, and improve my services. But I’d drift away from data analytics, which I truly loved and wanted to grow in.

So Instead, I leaned into something that had always come naturally: Writing.

She agreed. “Great. Then let’s build a writing portfolio,” she said. “We’ll job-hunt from there.”

“Should I write about general topics or ones I care about?” I asked.