I remember the precise day and the precise moment when #Nigeria broke my heart.
It was about the time President Yar'Adua resumed office and there was a Christmas petrol scarcity. Nigerians who travelled to their home towns for the holidays found themselves stranded as the fare back home doubled or tripled.
I don't know why this incident struck a chord. I think it's because in Nigeria, Christmas is the one time when people rejoice. Traffic eases. Food flows. Family bonds are strengthened. But that year, after 12 months of stress, peace & rest were wickedly taken away.
For me, it signalled just how far removed policy was from humanity in Nigeria. Government could play ten-ten with lives and nothing would happen.
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When I moved into a new apartment, I noticed things started breaking down after a year. They no longer looked shiny or new.
There was the orphan line where a cleaner scratched the wall with her cleaning cart. Scuffed baseboards. The weathered look of the patio after exposure to the elements.
The same thing happens with companies. A process that begins with full compliance starts slipping, usually after a year. It's as if the energy at inception slowly dissipates over time.
Thus wear & tear, degradation, lethargy and inertia become the fourfold enemies of excellence.
There are gatekeepers in every society. Self-appointed overlords who having reached the zenith of their industry, decide who gets in behind them.
#Career #Work #Life #DearCEO
I once heard an African-American actor speak about his experience in Hollywood. My heart broke a little when he said it didn't matter that he was talented or good looking. He needed someone to let him in.
Even after scoring some great roles, they still determined whether he remained successful or not. This narrative is a familiar one in different sectors.
I used to be religious and then one day I stopped. I was exhausted by the incessant requirements and accompanying condemnation - one always seemed to fall short. And so, I embraced a relationship with God instead.
My mum introduced me to church quite early, like most African mothers do. But I disliked the traditions and soon grew tired of doing the same things over and again.
But my real problem was I thought Christians lacked joy. They appeared mean, judgmental and uptight, and that wasn't a life I wanted.
This week on my Middle-Class Wealth series, I’m sharing insights from @VolitionCap's and @Opportunik’s white paper - Accelerating Wealth Creation for Middle-Class Africans & Diasporans.
The White Paper by Volition Cap and Opportunik Global Fund discusses the wealth gaps between middle-class Africans & Diasporans and other ethnicities.
It emphasizes the need for the target group to create wealth 7-10x faster than their counterparts to close generational gaps.
To accelerate wealth creation, the paper suggests community-based approaches, using local cooperatives (investment clubs), cross-border investing, and remittances.
Dear CEO, You are young and will be resented for your wealth. When you fly first class, some may wonder how you got there and biases will emerge.
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A few will peg you as the scion of a rich family. Others will wonder about cybercrime. Develop a thick skin and understand that envy is par for the course.
Many made money at the tail end of much suffering. Others, through patronage or privilege. You are here because of ingenuity and extreme creativity. It appears easy for you. No one knows the backstory.
I am an introvert without a great social filter. I do not like what I hate. But years of doing business means I've learnt to hide what I really think out of respect and political correctness.
However, my personal values define the work that I do and the people I love. I spent almost 20 years in the corporate world before starting my company, and as you can imagine, I got into trouble for being authentic.
One day, my boss and I were in a meeting with an African bank CEO. I disliked this person within 5 minutes of meeting him. His condescending tone and focus on money were off-putting, and I recall thinking, "Do we really need this money?" and "Why did I leave my house for this?"