I Have 880,000 Lines of Code, and I Trust Half of Them

A cautionary tale from someone who built an empire on sand and is now staring at the ocean.

So here's a tale from Nairobi, Kenya.

I was walking to meet my very first client five months ago, wearing my best shirt. It was the one that didn't have any visible stains if you squinted hard enough, which, in my wardrobe, qualified as formal wear. I'd rehearsed my pitch in front of the mirror so many times that my reflection had probably started charging consulting fees.

By the time I reached the school gate, I genuinely believed I was about to change education in Kenya. Or, at the very least, convince one school that a teenager with a laptop knew what he was doing.

The confidence lasted exactly until I walked into the boardroom.

The Boardroom From Hell

I'd imagined sitting across from one or two administrators. Maybe a bursar if...

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