When Talent Comes Knocking

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By Charity Kuria

“How did you discover talent?” A question was tossed to Gabriel Dinda the CEO of Writers Guild Kenya. He gave the simplest example ever. 

“Suppose you are looking for a misplaced needle in the house. You could decide to ransack the whole place without any particular order with fewer chances of finding it and be sure to have a messy house. 

Doesn’t sound appealing. So, why not clean up the place while you still looking for the lost needle? Fold up the clothes nicely. Clean the floor and dust the seats. You will surely find the needle and your house will be in order.”

There is absolutely no better way to identify your talent than the above method. Keep doing what you do and do it nicely. This is opposed to just sitting still and racking hard on your brain trying to discover your talent.

Gabriel hereby was advocating for doing other things such as work. Probably you are an accountant but have this soft spot for writing, drawing, painting etc. People today use talent as a hobby. Did you know that you could make a living out of your hobby/talent? 

For instance, you can be painting over the weekends or during your free time. This is where technology comes in. Use social media to your advantage. Take really, good photos of your work and advertise online.
Use those WhatsApp groups, Facebook, Instagram and all those million apps you have subscribed to, to earn a living. Nothing feels good than being paid to do what you love.

Another option is revisiting your past and see what you subconsciously enjoyed doing and really felt you belonged.

Maybe in high school you enjoyed drama, singing, poetry or calligraphy, carving etc. That there my dear, is your niche.

Maybe other people commented just how good you were on a certain sport. That is yours truly. Invest on it.

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