I Become: Experimentation

I was, I will be, I am… as a human being, the most powerful thing we have at our disposal is the ability to tell stories, and the tools to do so… Language, technology, creativity… These have borne and advanced civilisations; nations; political, social, economic orderings; and so on. At the individual level, we are more or less bound by what we allow ourselves to be.

My wings unfurl, tease the winds… at whatever level you are in life, it is importance to exercise your skills and talents, that way, you will be able to progress in life. This way, you give wings to your dreams to become a person of value to yourself and to others.

Promises, they take life in deeds, in doubts… Once you make a promise to yourself to rise up above your current circumstances, it follows that you have to take action. And action you must take, in fear and in doubts, for at times – as the adage goes, showing up is half the battle won.

Pirates, this life needs adventure… the process is the becoming, and you might as well as enjoy it. This as life’s only guarantees are death and taxes.

Bland turn to colour… living means attempting different things… a new lover, a new business, a new job, learning a new skill, moving to a different area or country… Again, we have the advantage of another adage, ‘variety is the spice of life’. In short, don’t be boring by existing instead of living, surviving instead of thriving!

In dreams I, in deeds I… Hence was this experimental video imagined and executed. It is not perfect, but let me live you with the last adage, ‘Practice makes perfect.’ Kindly like, share and subscribe. Thank you! (And don’t forget to live while at it as above smiley emoji)

The link to the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxGggV_-0v0&t=8s

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Comments

My Once-Molly (Political versus Business Ethics),

Dear Molly. How are you? As always, I hope you are well. You know, there is something about you, something that made me inspire for better. Was it that rich smokers’ laughter of yours? The daring twinkle that flashed in your eyes when you were angry? The tight curl in your lips when you were about to lash out? Anyway, Molly, I continue with my business training. I am now thinking of business as warfare – the honourable kind of warfare; chivalry, observing the rules… not the Machiavellian 48-Laws-of-Power warfare where there is no honour, but only winning. Politics of deceit, our president calls it. Well, these past couple of days have been chilly… a precursor to June’s biting cold? Anyway, I am more often sad than happy during the cold months of June and July. I totally blame this on Sam Kahiga’s short story, ‘The Last Breath’ – if my memory serves me right. Off the ‘Encounters from Africa’ anthology. There is a way he made June and July sad. Pretty much like you wouldn’t tai...

My Once-Molly (The Job To Be Done),

My dear Molly, how are you? I hope you are good. I am well as well can be, with the flooding, the inflation, and all. Anyway, grapevine (or maybe, I am a stalker) has it that you are nowadays into the beauty business. Very soon, I too will be emulating you. We may be compatible at all, conquer the world together as business icons. My dear Molly, it may interest you to know that I am doing business training – my bank, UBA, and its founder, Tony Elumelu, is that special. Always seeking to empower African entrepreneurs. The excellent thing about the training is that it is very practical to today’s and the coming future business needs. As a matter of course, we also are directed to additional reading to widen our entrepreneurial minds. The Job To Be Done. Clayton M. Christensen. In the words of Johnny Nash, ‘I can see clearly now that the rain is gone. I can see all obstacles on my way…’ What a beauty this is! It is something you should look up, understand what is it you are selling to...

My-Once Molly (Praying for a Rainbow),

Dear Molly, I hope you are ok and are keeping safe in these floods. As for me, I am heartbroken. I am in pain. My mind, my body, my spirit aches. I am numb with grief. As is the nation of Kenya. The picture just won’t get out of our minds – the father, trudging stoically, his dead, muddy son slung over his shoulder. It’s a devastating image… the screams, elsewhere, as a boat capsizes, the swollen river swallows a lorry… Izrael has visited the land. Dear Molly, a while back, the nation faced drought. Then, images of dead livestock, emaciated men, women and children, parched, cracked earth, haunted our screens. Elsewhere where there was a glut in food production, the farmers cried for their fellow starving countrymen. They demanded for lorries to traverse the rutted roads and take the produce to their brethren… collectively, we prayed for rain. Dear Molly... will we ever catch a break as Kenya? The Covid-19 pandemic that paralysed lives and livelihoods in 2020 as we recovered from th...

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