Welcome Home POTUS

Obeezy is coming home!! Yeap that didn’t sound right.. rephrase.. The President of The United States of America, Mr Barack Obama is coming home.

Its a milked topic i know. But the excitement of the fact that he is a sitting US president who is coming with the full force of his protocol and safety just makes it abundantly milkable.

From the marine 1 to the massive helicopter escorts of the marine 1 to the beast and the subsequent massive SUV escorts of the beast. It is indeed a spectacle to behold.

Now onto the grass, sorry, i meant the supposedly-nonexistent-butwillbeabletogrowintime-grass. The grass will probably not be able to handle the pressure being piled upon it and even after Obama is gone, it will be immediately forgotten and all the love it is getting at the moment, the constant watering, the constant addition of fertilizer will disappear.

We all know this. As soon the US president gets back in Airforce 1 and departs JKIA, all the street families will be spilled back onto the streets from where they being detained.
It is a sad statement, but it is the reality.

Now to those complaining about traffic jams in the CBD and Thika road on the three days of his excellency’s visit should grow some patriotic apples in their front lawn.

Calm your pumpkins down for just 3 days, it will not be the end of the world if you get late. And I am quite confident in daring to say that even if you are late the directors will most likely understand the situation. And if not, then your bosses are prinkles, and that you should quit.

Forgive me for the random food analogies, I’m just hungry and it’s approaching lunchtime over here.

Onto merrier matters. Kenyatta University will host POTUS and not UON. That must have been a bitter and large pill to swallow for mzee Babu. The better for us at KU though, bragging rights for decades.

Welcome home, POTUS. Usituletee ujaluo yako lakini 😀


The Ineffectiveness of Formality.

A little wealth.
A little wealth.

The ineffectiveness I am referring to is in relation to wealth creation.

Many of our Kenyan graduates and youth at large regard employment as their objective in life. They believe that when they get that white collar or blue collar job, their struggles are over and they will live a fulfilling life.

To some degree, this is indeed a reality. Yes, you will live in that 3 bedroom house, but you will be renting it or paying mortgage for it for most of your employed life. Yes, you will get that car, but you will be, for a couple of years, financing it with almost half of your monthly paycheck.

What I am trying to explain here is that formal jobs are not adequate and are therefore not effective in creating real tangible wealth to the tunes of hundreds of millions to billions and beyond. This is where the informal sector comes in.

The informal sector in Kenya is the ultimate and most awesome place for a common mwananchi to start building his or her empire. From the matatu business, to furniture making, to hardware stores, to jua cali metal creations, the list in endless.

The informal sector is where you can start a hardware store and in a year or two, you will be able to open up two to three more hardware stores. It is a beautiful place that has often been overlooked by people.

We have to be able to embrace this sector instead of sitting in a desk for a whole 30 days and taking home 50,000 shillings and yet many individuals in the informal sector are making that same amount in a day, in net profits.

If you want to create an empire, more specifically in a developing country like ours, start in the informal sector.

It is the cradle of super wealth and exponential financial growth.

The Offerings Paradox.

Definition: a paradox is a statement or proposition that, despite sound (or apparently sound) reasoning from acceptable premises, leads to a conclusion that seems senseless, logically unacceptable, or self-contradictory.

'Where's the money woman?'
‘Where’s the money woman?’

I can’t blog about money in Kenya without writing about our churches and their incessant insistence on offering to ‘God’. That would be a blatant injustice of mine to my fellow country dwellers.

First of all, God doesn’t need our money. Let’s just get that out of the way. If this supreme being was able to create the world, the moon, the stars and even us as it is depicted in the bible, then what use does he have with our money?

You know who needs money? Man needs money.

So why then do we Kenyans crowd our churches every other Sunday with our wallets and pouches full of our life savings and the only nickels and dimes that we worked so hard for only to lay it down in a basket as an offering to God that will obviously be used by these ‘men of God’.

Or do we think that the pastors will put the money in a rocket ship of some kind and send the money to heaven?

This naivety that we have as a people is beyond me. It sickens me. If you want to go church, thats fine, go. But leave your money at home. God has no use for it. You need that money for food, for clothes, for school fees, for bus fare and many other essential and logical things that money is for.

This financial illiteracy is just too sad. You walk to church every Sunday, while your pastor drives in with a motorcade of prados and rangerovers that he or she bought with YOUR money that you so loyally and humbly give as the good christian you are.

Let me ask you something. Do you think your pastor gives money to anyone? Do you think your pastor gives out an offering?Granted he or she might put some money in the basket at the church service, but that’s HIS basket. It’s like he took the money from his right pocket and put it in his left pocket. It’s still HIS money!

It is a problem. It is a financial disease that we have and one which we choose to ignore. This is a financial blog about money in Kenya, I have no problem with religion. So if you want to go to church, just go, it’s ok, you have freedom of worship in Kenya.

Just please leave your hard-earned money at home.