When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?
I took a risk and …………………. this happened
How one risk changed everything,
It was a quiet Thursday evening when l sat staring at my half-packed suitcase. My plane was set to leave at 4 a.m., bound for Nairobi, and l hadn’t yet told a soul—not my boss, not my best friend, not even my mother.
For years, l had played it safe. Stable job, predictable routine, quiet weekends. But inside my chest, there was a constant hum, a whisper: There’s more.
Three weeks earlier, l had seen a post online: Volunteer photojournalist needed for wildlife conservation project. No experience necessary—just heart. My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a full hour before l hit Send on my application.
To my shock, l got in.
Now the suitcase sat on my bed like a dare. I thought of the comfort l was leaving behind—the salary, the safety net—and then of the unknown waiting ahead.
At 2:30 a.m., l stood outside with my bag, heart thumping louder than the taxi engine.
The risk? It was real.
But so was the thrill when l stood days later, camera in hand, capturing elephants in golden sunrise and laughing with strangers who soon became friends.
It didn’t all go smoothly. I got lost in a game reserve once. My boots were stolen. My photos were rejected by three major publications. But the fourth said yes.
Today, one of my photos hangs in a conservation center in Nairobi, credited to ” Daya D.”
When l looks at it, l smile.
“Risk it. Live it. Tell a story“
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