Hello, Hive Nation, Welcome to my blog.
Everyone that walks the surface of the earth was born with some natural gifting, and many times it takes your parents and those you grow up around to help you actually exhibit those gifts, especially in this part of the world.
I have seen kids who had special interests in various skills and exhibited them, but because their parents thought those things weren't substantial, they watered down those gifts.
So the right environment actually provides a safe haven for skills to be developed because every talent is built in from childhood; I believe they only have to be developed.
As a child I had a flair for electronics and drumming as well, and to a large extent my parents played a key role in helping me develop.
Anytime there was a broken remote control or radio in our house, I would look for a means to open it to find out what was wrong with it, and sometimes I succeeded in fixing it or completely damaging it.
My specialty at the time was remote controls, and I just had a way of getting them to work, and I can remember once when our TV remote control got broken. I got some super glue to put together all the pieces, and a remote control that my dad had thought they would throw away to get a new one was working.
For some obvious reasons he didn't throw it away not because it was now working but I later found out the reason behind that was to encourage me back then and over the years I developed interest in gadgets (computer and phones) and this lead me to take up a course some time ago in CompTIA A+ and later I took another course in phone repairs.
And it has helped me develop the skill and even when some other gadgets that are not computers or phones get faulty I still get called upon and many times I am able to fix them.
My parents also gave me the boost I needed to which was quit instrumental to me being able to play the drums today back then before my dad became a clergyman I would always run from children church to stand by the drummer whenever they sang but I was always chased.
And since church was the only place I had access to the drums which I was being chased from I used a 20-liter paint bucket, which was used in the paint of our house back then, and I set it up as my drums, where I would practice for long hours just humming and playing till I was tired, and my parents didn't stop me.
Fast forward some years: my dad was ordained a pastor and transferred to a branch where there was no drummer, and that's how I started getting better because I now got to play consistently.
Some years later I meet with friends who introduced me to drumming rudiments and YouTube videos, and the journey has been beautiful—learning, unlearning, and relearning—and it has just been a journey, bumpy at some points, but we keep going.
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