“If a person who just cooks nshima for a living is making more than my boss then I shouldn’t be working here.” “There is no excuse for not succeeding.”
These are (paraphrased) words of George Sakala, the 24 year-old founder and MD of Febatech Fabrication Services and Supplies Company.
In Medieval times, a belt around a man’s waist symbolised nobility and authority. I’ve always known this.
Well it was Friday the 17th or 24th of April 2015 when I headed out for a job interview at Family Legacy, my fourth ever job interview after 3 successful ones in the previous10 years. I was geared, with all my credentials in order, my game face on and my brain functioning right. Plus I was dressed all spick and span. Continue reading “The Taxi Driver’s Belt”
Today marks 13 years since I started my first formal job. In these 13 years, I have worked in 5 organisations, each with its own peculiarities and many lessons to teach. Here are 13 of things I’ve learnt since I’ve been in formal employment:
As a continuation to my previous post about the Football Association of Sacred Heart (FASH), and as a dedication to the good footballers of Sacred Heart Convent School, here is the press release in the 2009 Term 1 Soccer Season. This release was made on Friday March 6, 2009, just 7 days before the start of the tournament.
During my first formal job, as computer instructor at Sacred Heart Convent School, I spent most of my time in the computer lab with Windows 98 desktop machines that sported hard disks not bigger than 4GB. I also hung out with little humans (primary school kids), slightly older humans (secondary school pupils) and middle-aged humans (teachers and nuns). It was my job to teach all these categories of humans in this very humble computer lab. But the larger bit of fun was the other role the computer lab played… It was the office of the Founder and President of the Football Association of Sacred Heart (FASH).
The sample hairstyles are in. Not only did the bidding barbers send in portfolios of their previous work, they made some suggestions of how my hair should look on my wedding day. One thing they all seem to have forgotten is that the haircut is for my WEDDING DAY, not WEEDING DAY. I mean, which part of me looks like I smoke blunts?
Anyway, the REBoLs are helping me critique the sample haircuts. Let’s take a look at them right below.
It’s a crisis. The wedding ceremony is less than 18 hours away and my hair isn’t cut yet. And there’s nobody to cut it. The original blueprints for my haircut records are held by Ba Emmẳ and Ba Chris. They’re the only barbers certified to put blade to my scalp. But they’re in Chingola. So the boys have put some money together to fly me to Ndola. From there, I am to take a cab to Chingola, where I could either
have one of the 2 barbers cut my hair, or
simply photocopy one of the blueprints and return to Lusaka with it, and hand it to one of the barbers in the Avondale area.
After the many questions, and admittedly much ado, I wish to officially state my position on invitations to my wedding.
Mkushi Accents will MC my wedding reception, which will basically render it a comedy show. As such, I’m not issuing invitation cards… I’m selling tickets and they’re going for K300.00 each. This will include a food coupon for adults and highspeed Wi-Fi access so you can upload selfies in real-time.
Becoming an ex-bachelor is no joke. Especially if your surname is the most famous one in Africa and you’re marrying a princess. Because of that, I will need the bestmen, or Real Ex-Bachelors of Lilayi (REBoLs), as they have come to be known, to take an oath before assuming office as my compadres on this journey from bachelorhood to ex-bachelorhood.
Below is the pledge of allegiance that the REBoLs will have to read out while holding a Bible in their right hands, just before signing the important pledge: