Once I saw the potential in selling eggs, I started dreaming bigger not just reselling, but producing my own. I wanted to become a full supplier, from hen to table. That would mean better profits, more control, and the ability to scale. I didn’t just want to sell eggs I wanted to own the process.The idea was simple: use the profits from my small egg sales to buy my own chickens and start producing. I wasn’t planning for a commercial setup not yet. My first target was just 10 laying hens, some feed, and a proper space where they’d be safe, clean, and productive.Now, if there’s one thing about me I don’t sit around waiting for the perfect moment. I make the moment perfect with what I have. And so I put my DIY skills to the test.I took what little cash I had and went hunting through scrapyards. I gathered wood, zinc sheets, mesh wire anything I could use to build a sturdy chicken house. I didn’t care if it was new or shiny I cared that it could work. Piece by piece, I started building my very first chicken coop with my own two hands. No contractors. No loans. Just grit, resourcefulness, and that quiet fire that says, “I’ll make a way.”
Every nail I hammered in felt like I was constructing more than just a house for chickens I was building a new chapter in my life. My own little factory. A symbol of independence. Something to look back on one day and say, “This is where it all began.”I learned a lot during this phase. The importance of airflow. How to keep the hens safe from predators. How to structure the space for feeding, nesting, and cleaning. I researched, I watched videos, I asked people questions. But most importantly, I got my hands dirty.It wasn’t perfect but it was mine. And it was real.With the structure built and a plan in place, I finally got the hens. I watched over them like they were babies. I adjusted their feed, studied their behavior, tracked egg production. I was determined to make this thing work.But as time went on, I began to notice a few hard truths..