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My last confession

It’s around 10pm and am walking home, alone, taking the only route that leads to my parents’ domicile. This one, a rather spooky shrubby scrub, with unimaginable tales, am scared. The day was so hectic and sinful, my heart can’t let go. My mind is preoccupied with thoughts and regrets, I don’t deserve redemption… naah, am not one of the good guys out there. Over the course of my short life, I have made many mistakes but the one I made today will haunt me forever. “How could you Victor? How could you?” Am drowning in my thoughts, the guilt is consuming me. No matter how much I try to deflect my mind, it can’t, it clings to that tragedy. The trajectory of my life is now utterly out of control, am going to crash. “Be strong Victor, at least for what’s yet to come”, I try to comfort myself.

 

I’m not so much of a multitasker, but in all these I can tell for sure, with absolute certainty that someone or something is following me. This I can, from the cracking sound of dry leaves. Apart from heights, am also terrified of darkness and it happens to be at night. Am forced to switch back. I stop, take a deep breathe before turning to see who or what it might be. “Is it an animal?” In an undertone, I ask myself. My left hand though shaking heavily but firmly holding a spotlight. I try gazing around, I can’t see anything. I proceed but this time taking quick paces. The sound of dry leaves cracking grows louder. “Be a man Victor”, I take out a pen knife, “Show yourself you little junk!” I shout at the top of my voice. A figure of a well-built young man approaches, I try to run but he calls out my name, “Victor!”

 

It’s my best friend, David. “Oh Dave, it’s you”, I say while breathing a sigh of relief, “You shouldn’t sneak on a person like that, you can scare him to death.”

“Am sorry, my friend, I didn’t mean to do that to you, but am here to warn you.”

“Warn me!” Am surprised, “About what?”

“They’ve all come, they’re camping at your home, and they want your head.”

“Who?”

“The villagers; about that dead girl, Betty, the one that you…”

“Stop!” I cut him short, “I didn’t kill her, I merely suggested… anyway just leave it.”

“But they’re literally saying you’re responsible for her death.”

“I might have loaded the gun, yes, but it’s not like am the one who pulled the trigger, Dave, you have to be believe me.”

“I do, but those angry rustics are not the sympathetic type.”

“Please, what should I do?”

“I suggest you disappear.”

“What?”

“Yeah, till things cool down, else you’ll get yourself killed.”

“But I can’t leave school, my parents…”

“Imagine what will happen to them if you die.”

“Where should I go?”

“Go to your aunt in Nairobi, to that uncle of yours in Nakuru or to your grandma on the other side of the ridge.”

“You know I can’t go to Nairobi or Nakuru, I don’t have any money on me. If I go to my grandma, they will eventually find me there. Am doomed.”

“We’ll find a way, I promise, but you can’t go to your place.”

“Am sure my parents will understand this, I should first talk to them.”

“But…”

“Dave, if you’re really my friend you’ll allow me to do this. Trust me, I’ve to.”

“Okay. By the way, you never told me that you were hooking up with her.”

“We were not hooking up, it only happened once.”

“And you didn’t tell me about that either, we tell each other everything.”

“She made me swear not to tell anyone.”

“She was 17 years, underage, I bet you knew that.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Really?”

“What now? Huh! You don’t believe me?”

“Then tell me, even how you met?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please, maybe it will help ease your mind,” he insists.

“Well, this is how it all began…”

 

It was on a chilly Sunday morning, coinciding with my birthday. I was enjoying my sleep, which seemed to be very sweet as I was supposed to be awake 45 minutes earlier. My mom came knocking at my bedroom door, “Hey mister, wake up, it’s time for church… stop sleeping like a dead rat.” That’s kind of her thing, spicing a good statement with a bit of invectives. I thought of just waking up and punching her face. Who dares to summon me from slumberland, more especially when the sweven is about my newly acquired millionaire status? Am sure even God would understand that I slept late the previous night. Well, I don’t go to church more oftenly, but am compelled to when my parents are around. They get literally on my neck, mounting pressure on me, telling me old cliché stories about the importance of going to church. Just like that nasty fly that waits until when food is served and visitors are around, then it starts buzzing around the food. You get that the feeling?

 

So, I decided to go, just for the sake of putting a smile on their faces. I wore my cream Tokyo kaki trouser, a light blue collared t-shirt and white sport shoes as I knew too well I couldn’t stay long in that house, well, respectfully the ‘house of God’. The distance from home to church is too long, you can even lose hope on the way. These guys who built a church kilometers away from the village, in a remote creepy place, clearly had a misplaced agenda. Nonetheless we arrived at the place, choking of dust, smelling of sweat, with itchy armpits and surprising about 10 minutes before the sermon. I don’t walk with my parents, because that makes me look like a kid. They proceeded in as I decided to ramble around the church compound. Tired and feeling exhausted, I thought of peeping into that old dilapidated muddy church. And there she was, sitting on the third last pew. A very exquisite lass.

My last confession

Forget about those stupid dating apps and daunting sites, she was there in flesh. She turned, our eyes met, I froze, lost my breathe, stood there like a statue admiring that unique beauty. Indeed that was a project that had taken God, quite some time to complete. Directly from the oven. I was brought back by this old red eyed man, smelling liquor, telling me, “My son, there’s a free seat at the front.” I gawped at him and rudely asked, “Who told you I want to sit?” I took four paces backwards and stepped out. “I will wait for her outside”, I swore to myself. I couldn’t resist the temptation of the eye. It was a ripe blessing, love on first sight. The sermon took unprecedentedly quite long, I waited horribly, grew weary but still remained optimistic. “Today is my day to eat”, I reassured myself. Finally, it was over, one after another they poured out. As she approached, I trembled, shaking like a wet kitten.

 

I advanced to her, like a pupil writing a composition, I cleared my throat and started by introducing myself, “Hi, am Vi…” “I know who you are”, she interjected. That made me very shy, I thought of turning away, but I remembered that saying, ‘Present opportunities are not to be ignored, they rarely knock twice’. Being an amateur I was, I made my move with a broken vibe:

“You look lovely, intimate. Oh my God! Such an elegant, sparkling, glowing beauty. In deed you make other ladies tame.”

She laughed out loudly until those old nuns calling themselves saints turned and stripped me naked with their eyes.

“I know”, she whispered.

“I can’t get my eyes off you, your beauty has taken my heart hostage.” She blushed.

Feeling motivated, I proceeded, “Just wondering how long it took God to create you. Did He use different ingredients to form you?”

“Hahaha”, she giggled, “Am just like others.”

“Even the word ‘sheen’ cannot be used to describe you… It will be an understatement to say you’re beautiful.”

“Aaaawww, am humbled a lot. You know, I always see that am just like other girls.”

“You are so different. I can attest to that. I can recall there’s a verse in the Bible that says we were created in the image and likeness of God, truth be told you are a testimony to it. I doubt there will be even a single soul that will question it after laying eyes on you.”

“Thanks, but I see you are now flattering me. Can you cut to the chase?”

“Oh! Sure, Can I buy you lunch?”

“Absolutely, am starving.”

The feeling was mutual, the rest they say is history, but not in our case. We kept seeing each other, until one day it just happened. You know that first time, very disgusting, but so loveable. A virgin she was.

 

I thought everything was fine until today morning she came to my place. I was so happy to see her, if she came back that means I was very good and she must have missed it. “Am pregnant”, she dropped the bombshell. My heart almost skipped a beat, “What!” I found myself yelling.

“How? When?” The kind of questions that came from my mouth.

“Two months ago.”

“And you thought this house is a refugee camp for pregnant girls?”

“It’s yours Victor.”

“No! It can be”, I rebuked her while shaking my head.

“Stop denying it”, she said in tears.

“I thought…”

“No.”

“You must be very stupid not to use pills.”

“And you must be equally stupid not to use condoms.”

Fighting was not going to help, we had to come up with a solution.

“Do your parents know?”

“Yes.”

“How could you?”

“I couldn’t hide from them.”

“When?”

“This morning. And they are heading to inform the elders.”

“Am dead, I should start carving my tombstone.”

“They sent me away.”

“To where?”

“To you, damn it!”

“You can’t stay here, what if my parents find out.”

“They will, that’s if my parents have not told them already.”

“You should abort.”

“Abort!”

“That’s the only way, the good thing, for both of us.”

“I can’t.”

“You will if you don’t want to be homeless.”

 

We agreed on that, and approached the village physician, who at a fee of Ksh. 700, agreed to remove the ‘curse’. All seemed to be going perfectly well, until she started bleeding out, blood flowing out of her body like a stream on a hill. He (the uneducated one, who masquerades around the hamlet claiming to be ‘a doctor’) couldn’t stop it. I watched as her body shut down, as she drew her last breathe. “She is dead”. I couldn’t believe my ears, I have never seen a person die before. It seemed like a dream, I had to pinch my cheek to confirm it was real. A bright future cut short; that beautiful young soul, gone. I wept like a baby, though not out of spite or loss but out of regret. “Am calling her parents”, the idiot came up again. “Please don’t”, I pleaded with him. “I have to, they deserve to know. Where do I take this body?”

 

I stepped out of that decrepit house, leaving her body lying there helplessly, in a pool of blood, fortified with regrets, l decided to face my mistakes, to make a menace. How to do that, is just a mystery. That’s why am out here.

My last confession

We are just about 30 metres away from my parents’ home and we can hear them scream. Chanting all manner of songs, calling me names. They have come for blood, and they are not leaving till they have it. David tries to convince me to run and never to come back. But this was, is and will remain to be my mistake, I ought to face it. I hope they will listen me, I too feel the pain. You can’t resurrect the dead neither can you kill a person who is already dead, can you? I gather all my strength, trembling and breathing heavily. My legs refuse to move, am nervous.

 

At last we are here, whatever happens, this might be and is my last confession. I extend my right hand to open the gate, as soon as I take the first step into the compound, they come rushing towards me, with all kinds of weapons they could find. Shouting, “Kill him! Abomination! Murderer! He killed our daughter!” I close my eyes, “God, please forgive me.” Ideally those ought to be my last words. And yes, I killed her, but if I die tonight then I befriended the devil.

I’m a literati savant, altruistic, queer laughist, critique from the non-core academia and above all it’s my conviction that in all my papers the rule of three applies.

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50 reasons why Kenya ranks among the most corrupt countries in the world

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50 reasons why Kenya ranks among the most corrupt countries in the world

Kenya’s ability to grow economically and become competitive in the global sphere is entirely held back by high corruption levels that penetrate every sector of the economy. Ranging from land registry, judiciary, police force, public sector, tax man, customs administration, public procurement, politicians, even to natural resources. Virtually every sector of the country’s economy has its foot stuck in the public enemy number one, corruption.

 

Kenya ranked 143 out of 180 countries on Transparency International’s 2017 corruption perception index. The only African countries that scored worse – among them Somalia, South Sudan, Libya, Eritrea, Burundi, and Zimbabwe – were either politically unstable or in conflict. This poor rank shouldn’t come as a surprise. Kenya has been plagued by a long list of corruption scandals.

 

Corruption in the post-colonial government of Kenya has a history which spans the era of the Jomo Kenyatta and Daniel arap Moi’s KANU governments, Mwai Kibaki’s PNU government and the current Uhuru Kenyatta’s Jubillee Party government. Most bribes paid by urban residents in Kenya are fairly small but large ones are also taken, bribes worth over Ksh 50,000 account for 41% of the total value.

 

Despite market reforms, business corruption is still widespread and that companies frequently encounter demands for bribes and informal payments to ‘get things done’ in Kenya. The public procurement sector in Kenya suffers widespread corruption. The use of agents to facilitate business operations and transactions in Kenya is widespread and poses a risk for companies, particularly at the market entry and business start-up stage.

 

I have compiled a list of some of the reasons why Kenya ranks among the most corrupt countries in the world.

  1. Politicians are often seen around dishing money and other goodies to buy votes from the people during elections, this shows the height of corruption in the country that people are willing to sell their right to elect appropriate leaders for money
  2. When it comes to employment, Kenya is a society of who knows who. Job opportunities are not given to deserving qualified individuals, but are offered to those who are known, or those from a particular tribe, or those ready to offer a bribe, thus oppressing others
  3. Kenyans should be aware that possession of a land title does not guarantee property ownership, making land-grabbing and seizures by powerful elite common as a result of pervasive corruption and impunity
  4. Fake land title deeds are frequently used and disappearances of title deeds from the Registrar’s office are common; houses built on illegally acquired property are often demolished without prior notice
  5. Kenyans report a high likelihood of bribery demands in meetings with land service officials, and corrupt practices reportedly occur in almost 20% of all interactions
  6. Property rights protections are inadequately enforced
  7. Registering property in Kenya takes around the same time as the regional average, but it requires 9 steps compared to an average of 6 steps elsewhere in the region
  8. The Kenya National Police Service is ranked as the most corrupt institution in the country, and bribery is reported to be the only way to access the police and expedite services
  9. Half of all Kenyans who have come into contact with the police, have paid a bribe
  10. The police also struggle with a lack of oversight and organizational and technical deficiencies
  11. Kenya’s police relentlessly engage in false imprisonment, abuse of human rights and fabrication of charges to extort bribes
  12. Corrupt police officers are rarely arrested or prosecuted for corruption crimes
  13. Companies report the business costs of crime in Kenya to be high and police reliability is rated as poor
  14. A third of Kenyans view the judiciary as corrupt, bribes and irregular payments in return for favorable decisions are common
  15. Companies encounter difficulties resolving disputes because of weak institutional capacity, a lack of transparency and discrimination in favor of local actors
  16. The judiciary is not being sufficiently independent and do not consider the legal framework effective for dispute settlement or challenging regulations
  17. Most companies see the court system as a major constraint to their ability to do business in Kenya
  18. Enforcing a contract in Kenya takes 465 days on average
  19. Kenya is a signatory to the 1958 New York Convention on the Recognition and Enforcement of Foreign Arbitral Awards, but it is not a member state to the International Centre for the Settlement of Investment Disputes
  20. Complying with administrative requirements takes a lot of time and is plagued by red tape
  21. Registration and licensing services are severely affected by bribery, making starting a business very costly
  22. One in six companies expects to give gifts and make informal payments to get an operating license, and every third company expects to pay bribes to obtain a construction permit
  23. Businesses experience difficulties when dealing with utility services; an estimated quarter of all firms report paying bribes and facilitation payments to acquire electrical and water connections
  24. Irregular payments and bribes in the process of tax payments are very common
  25. Tax rates are identified among the most problematic factors for business, and the process of filing taxes is burdensome
  26. On average, companies make 31 tax payments a year and spend nearly 200 hours filing, preparing, and paying taxes
  27. Rampant corruption at Kenya’s ports and border points is the most problematic factor for international trade, followed by tariffs, burdensome import procedures and crime
  28. Border compliance procedures in Kenya take significantly longer than the regional average
  29. Bribery of border officials lets Al-Shabaab fighters enter the country easily to organize terrorist attacks that fuel the costs of business
  30. It is also alleged that Kenya’s army is involved in a sugar-smuggling racket with the Islamist group Al-Shabaab, worth as much as $400 million a year
  31. The Port of Mombasa has been named as a major hub in the illicit ivory trade; corruption, conflicting interests of the various authorities involved, and weak scanning abilities facilitate the trade
  32. Companies report that bribes and irregular payments are highly common in the process of awarding public contracts
  33. Tendering fraud is the fastest growing economic crime in Kenya
  34. Businesses report that the vendor selection stage is most likely to be subject to fraud
  35. Allegations exist that high-level corruption takes place in energy, airport construction, and infrastructure procurement processes; a number of contracts were awarded to foreign firms that allegedly did not comply with public procurement laws in Kenya
  36. The process of devolution has led to an increase of patronage in county-level procurement processes
  37. A survey among government officials concluded that procurement fraud is prevalent, particularly on the county level
  38. Diversion of public funds and favoritism in the decisions of public officials to be common
  39. Despite the government’s efforts to curb corruption in the KWS, conviction rates for corrupt officials and wildlife offenders are very low
  40. Extensive deforestation and forest degradation in Kenya are direct results of extensive corruption by forest management officials
  41. It is alleged that some members of Kenya’s Forest Service collude with loggers in kickback schemes
  42. Businesses should note the enforcement of anti-corruption legislation in Kenya is inadequate as a result of the weak judicial system and a lack of strong institutions
  43. The Witness Protection Agency is underfunded and doubts about its independence exist
  44. Kenya’s media environment is considered ‘partly free’
  45. The government does not completely respect freedoms of press and expression; journalists are facing increasing pressure from authorities and new laws that challenge their ability to report freely
  46. Self-censorship is on the rise and journalists experience harassment from authorities that try to prevent critical work from being published
  47. The Information and Communication Act provides for excessive government control of Kenya’s media and allows the government-controlled board to impose fines on media houses and reporters for violations of a code of conduct created by the board
  48. Parliament generally welcomes the expertise of civil society organizations, but decision-makers in government generally ignore civil society
  49. In the past few years, the government has attempted a (thus far largely unsuccessful) crackdown on civil society organizations, thus taming their influence
  50. In times of high political tension, Kenyan civil society tends to operate according to lines of ethnic interests
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The bitter story of Mumias Sugar Company

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Have you heard the bitter story of Mumias Sugar Company?

 

Regarded by many as Kenya’s most successful sugar miller, Mumias Sugar Company was a disaster waiting to happen.

 

Many pointed out how Mumias Sugar Company was a fortress in the wreck that is Kenya’s sugar industry, only unaware that it was just a matter of time. As the old wise men said, “Ukiona cha mwenzako cha nyolewa, tia chako maji”.

 

The proverb means that if you see your neighbour’s head getting shaved, your head will soon be undergoing the same – you’d therefore better wet your head for a smoother shave, otherwise you will be forced to undergo a painful, dry, shave.

 

But what ails Kenya’s sugar industry?

 

The Kenya sugar industry is under legal siege. The typical Kenyan issue of coming up with laws to tackle a problem is evident here.

 

Many of Kenya’s sugar factories are owned by the government, and have slowly declined under mismanagement and corruption. The appointing of political cronies and tribal management to such firms means that unqualified people are appointed to lead these firms. The same management can hardly resist dipping their fingers in the sugar jar, and end up slowly eating the factories to a level where they can’t operate, or if they can operate, do so at very high costs.

 

Elsewhere, sugar industries in other places are owned by business people who take good care of them, only eating profits. To increase the profits, sugar factories in other countries are run at lower costs, and at a higher efficiency, that maximizes on costs while also trying to keep their product as affordable as possible in a bid to fight off competitors.

 

This has eventually resulted in a situation where you could somehow convince a Portuguese speaking Brazilian to sell you sugar, in your mother-tongue-afflicted English.

 

You then board the sugar on a ship, where it will spent 6 months in the high seas, and another month or so in the inefficient port of Mombasa. It then gets loaded onto a truck to Nairobi, in what is a proportionally costly.

 

On getting to Nairobi, Kenyans will still find your sugar cheaper than sugar from Kenya’s sugar belt, just a few hours away from Nairobi.

 

When the bitter truth of this dawned on us, our hapless farmers cried foul, and our politicians reactively ground into gear. With everyone keen on keeping on eating, a familiar “win-win” solution was found. We would come up with a law banning or limiting the importation of sugar, to protect “our farmers” and tax payer factories.

 

Genius, right?

 

Wrong. In Kenya, laws are for the poor, the rich consider laws as merely a suggestion that they may choose to uphold or ignore.

 

As the inefficient cost of Kenya’s sugar production went up and up, the difference in price of Kenyan produced sugar and that of imported sugar grew.  The chaps who drive dark tinted big cars figured that if they could somehow import sugar into the Kenyan market, and sold it at the Kenyan price, you could double your money faster than a prophet could by promising to act as a godly middleman.

 

Meanwhile, Alshabaab, all the way in Somalia, figured out that if they could import sugar and sell it in Kenya, they could easily fund their war on Kenyans. In Kenya, they found a ready market in businessmen who find sugar a fast means to riches.

 

The government agencies meant to uphold the ban on imported sugar were nowhere to be seen. They had taken shelter from the money that was raining on them as bribes. After all, if someone slaps you on the cheek, with a bribe, you offer them the other cheek….

 

It did not stop here. Those appointed to run our sugar factories found that they if they imported sugar and repackaged it as local sugar, they would need to stay up all night just counting all the money that came in.

 

Thus, a law to protect Kenya’s sugar industry has only resulted to helpless Kenyans being forced to pay double what they should for sugar. The poor farmers who were to be protected by the laws are now owed billions by sugar factories. Kenyans are still being asked to fork billions to bail out these sugar factories, in readiness for their next, inevitable cycle of collapse.

 

Furthermore, Kenya, being part of COMESA, is bound to allow neighbouring countries to sell their sugar in Kenya. However, Kenya has perpetually requested for the extension of the deadline, year in, year out, under the guise of putting our sugar industry in order.

 

A man finds himself in a dessert, with neither water, nor food, stranded with all his belongings. Luckily, the man is found by a helicopter, which could rescue him, but the man has to leave his belongings in the desert. The man argues that he can’t leave his belongings since he will be left poor.  The helicopter leaves, and the man gets lost further in the desert. Another helicopter comes, and another, but the man is still not ready to abandon his belongings. This man is Kenya.

 

It’s time Kenya’s government left the sugar industry to private sugar companies, like West Sugar Company (Kabras), and allows other companies or individuals to take over the failing sugar factories. Laws protecting the sugar industry should also be done away with, alongside those that determine how and who can run a sugar factory.

 

The laws just but a flimsy hatch trying to stop a barraging flood of cheap sugar from everywhere else other than Kenya. The only beneficiaries are the crafty and powerful business men, who are eating on our behalf.

 

As if we have learned no lessons, the same mess is set to repeat itself in the maize industry, where the government is setting up flour milling industries to “protect consumers”. Importation of maize is also banned to “protect farmers”, and government owned National Cereals and Produce Board who is a major buyer of maize, is now to become a miller. De ja vu, you have heard something similar before, haven’t you?

 

As is said, history is bound to repeat itself for those who fail to learn from it.

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Everyone is (should be) an entrepreneur

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Entrepreneurs have often been described as people who add value to products or make products with value, either directly or indirectly, and sell them at a profit to customers. While those people who do not impact any value to products they sell are basically ordinary people in business. Therefore all entrepreneurs are business people and not all business people are entrepreneurs.

 

Each individual alive today has a product that they sell to their customers, and that is the human labour either physical or mental.

 

If you are an employee, then your customer is your employer, to whom you are selling your product labour. If you are a student, then your customer is your examiner, to whom you are selling your mental labour. If you are a business owner, then your customer gets the products or services upon which you have spent your labour on. If you are not employed, you still have your product which is your labour, you can choose to either sell it to your potential employer by being employed or use it to create other products or services to sell to your potential customers.

 

The key pillars of entrepreneurship majorly rotate on creativity and innovation, therefore for your labour to be very competitive and to be bought, you must invest in those pillars so as to make it better than that of others.

 

It is a sad tragedy if you don’t think that your labour is a product, or at extreme don’t consider yourself an entrepreneur. It is also a sad reality that most employees lack the entrepreneurship mind-set and prefer rather to remain with employee mentality. Most employed people often think that value creation is the work of their employers, through assigning them specific tasks. That it’s their duty to perform those tasks, and that’s it. They think they don’t need the passion, drive and stigma to create value.

 

Most employees see their current work as a necessity for survival rather than an opportunity to advance themselves through value creation. So they will keep working, day in day out with an anticipation of payment for their labour and if they are not paid, they will resort to industrial action. Others will humble themselves, keep their heads down, perform tasks assigned, follow the routine, and hope that they will get a promotion or salary increment for time served while praying that they don’t get laid off.

 

Think of Steve Jobs, the co-founder of Apple Inc., imagine if he has treated the buyers of Apple products (his customers) as most workers threat their customers (buyers of their labour services). They keep asking and buying Apple II computer, why don’t we focus on producing them. Then he would never have developed the iMac, iPod, iPhone, iPad, etc. The world would never have had better and advanced products, and he would have remained much poorer as a result.

 

There are also the bureaucrats, the non-entrepreneurial bosses. A bureaucratic boss expects the employee to stick to the routine, any deviations would be treated as insubordination, and as needlessly creating extra hassles. Such a boss is receptive to value-adding innovations, and would readily give the employee a bigger role to facilitate and tap into his/her quest to create a lot of innovations. A bureaucratic boss would also know that other entrepreneurial bosses would try to poach the innovative worker’s services given a chance, he/she in a bid to prevent that, would increase the employee’s pay.

 

In pursuit of value creation, an entrepreneurial worker will have to be intelligent and assertive, in doing so will enhance his/her demand in the industry, improve his/her career credentials and ultimately as a result be served with better opportunities in terms of compensation, working conditions, more fulfilling work and life.

 

Shun away from the mentality that you are not an entrepreneur. Every person should have the mindset of self-employment. For those employed your boss is your current customer. For those still in school, your customer is your examiner. For those employed on wage contract, your customer is the market. In any case, whichever path you choose to pursue, you will have to invest heavily on creativity and innovation which in other terms can be perceived as entrepreneurship, the consequences of satisfying your customer being deriving some gain.

 

Only you, are ultimately responsible for your own worth creation, the pay you want and the career path you desire. You are the person and in essence the entrepreneur responsible your own labour producing company called “Me, Ltd.” It’s worth noting that everybody is a potential entrepreneur and entrepreneurship is for everyone.

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