Episode 7: The Birth of MaxOhr Some ideas are carefully planned. Others arrive like a spark. The idea that would eventually become MaxOhr emerged somewhere between darkness, quiet moments of study and prayer, and purpose. At the time, I had developed a habit of rising early to spend time with God. Those quiet hours […]
Episode 6: When the Fire Returned There are moments in life when purpose feels like a distant memory. And then there are moments when it returns with such intensity that it changes everything. For me, that moment came after the COVID-19 pandemic. By then, I had spent years learning, teaching, writing, growing spiritually, and
Episode 5: The Hidden Years Life rarely moves in straight lines. There came a season when the boy who could not stop building appeared to step away from building altogether. Not because the passion disappeared. Not because the dream died. But because life was teaching me lessons that could never be learned from circuit boards
Episode 4: The Future I Had Already Seen Before I entered secondary school, something unusual had already happened. I had fallen in love with my future. Long before I fully understood what Electronic Engineering meant, I already knew what fascinated me. While many of my classmates were still trying to discover their interests, I
Episode 3: The Apprentice By the time I was eight years old, curiosity had already become a way of life. I had dismantled radios. Investigated televisions. Performed unauthorized surgery on a teddy bear. And earned enough punishments to convince most people that I should stay away from electronics forever. Instead, I wanted to get
Episode 2: Son of a Builder Long before I learned how to use a soldering iron, there was a man unknowingly teaching me how builders think. That man was my father. Growing up, he was the most intelligent and creative person I knew. His profession revolved around mechanics. He worked on motorcycles, generators, cars,
Episode 1: The Story of a Boy, a Radio, and a Future Yet to Be Built I was probably two or three years old when I committed my first act of engineering. Or destruction, depending on who tells the story. My father owned an old radio. Like many children, I was fascinated by it.
