Becoming Part of the Story at Primarald TV

The first time I walked through the doors of Primarald TV, I felt the weight of newness everywhere. The walls seemed to whisper, “This is just beginning.” The lights were bright, the cameras stood tall, and the faces around me were unfamiliar.

I was the writer and the presenter yet in that moment, I felt like a guest in a story that hadn’t decided whether or not it wanted me.

It was awkward at first. New faces often are. The room felt like a puzzle, and I wasn’t sure where my piece fit. But then, slowly, the puzzle began to reveal its picture.

There was a vision at the top, a driving force that made it clear this wasn’t just about producing shows or filling screens. It was about building something bigger, something lasting. That vision was the anchor we didn’t even know we needed.

Beside it was a steady guide, someone who believed in balance the kind of leader who challenges you to push further, yet makes sure you never walk the journey alone. She was the voice that said, you can do better and also the hand that clapped the loudest when you did.

Behind the camera stood the quiet artist. He didn’t speak much, but when he lifted the lens, the world shifted. While others saw crazy stereotypes , he saw patterns. While he talked about gospel rap , he had already framed the perfect shot vision for the younger generation.

And then, there my team mates became the heartbeat of it all. The teammates who laughed when exhaustion set in, who turned mistakes into lessons, and who carried ideas like fire passing the spark from one to another until the room burned bright with creativity. Grace in her warmth,

Alfred with his restless creativity, Tari with his humor that broke tension like sunlight after rain; they were no longer strangers. They became my rhythm.

What began as awkward steps turned into a kind of dance. We brainstormed, we argued, we stayed late, we started over, and through it all, something shifted.

Primarald TV stopped being just a workplace. It became a canvas where every one of us left a stroke of color.

Now, when I sit at my desk to write, I don’t just see words. I see scenes, emotions, and possibilities waiting to come alive. When I step in front of the camera, I don’t just see lights and scripts. I see a family behind the lens, shaping a story bigger than any of us could carry alone.

Just a story teller that found where she belongs

Yes, Primarald TV is new. Yes, it’s still growing, still defining its place. But every great story starts with a beginning, and this right here, right now is ours.

And me? I no longer feel like the outsider. I feel like a storyteller who has found not just a role, but a place where my words belong.

Primarald TV wasn’t just a building; it was a newborn dream, raw and restless.

Everyone inside carries a piece of it like fragments of a story waiting to be stitched together. The director’s voice cut through the room, calm yet commanding. He spoke of vision, of stories that would outlive us, of a future that seemed distant but possible. His words hung in the air like prophecy.

Across the set, the team moved with different energies. The leader sharp-eyed and unyielding pushed us forward, reminding us that comfort kills creativity.

Yet in her firmness was something steady, almost protective, like a hand at your back guiding you up a steep hill. Working here wasn’t simple. There were moments of tension, nights that stretched too long, mistakes that made us start over. But there was also magic; the kind that lives in collaboration, in watching an idea leave paper and walk into the light.

That’s what Primarald TV really is: not just a company, but a living story. One where every person is both a character and a storyteller, where every challenge is just another plot twist, and every success feels like the next chapter.

And if you ask me what it feels like to be here?

It feels like stepping into a film that is still being written; only this time, I’m not just presenting the story. I’m part of it.