Still on professional gallivanting  :) . I get a call. "We have see your work on You-tube, we'd like to meet you". Its the CEO, and I am over the top about it. I call my entire village. Y'all, I am en route the coast. I am so elated that I am saying goodbye to full time boredom in to a bright future. Remember, I have many projects ongoing, but at the moment were beginning to feel dead beat. And as they say alwa ys, "missing an opportunity is like missing a branch". So I am excited to go start a "new life". Mimi nani, I announce to everybody Mombasa is calling. Forget about the Catering and Events and the new office I had been given with the best view ever, and I am like, this will have to be done in Mombasa, by the beach. You bet, the was no such thing  :D . There was something greater. Waking up in the morning everyday for something you believe in. Being part of something bigger than yourself. Meeting amazing people. And it was ...

So far so bad. A terrible 3 weeks. We have missed the consultancy opportunity because we were at the Airport round the clock, miserable , surrounded by “ingrates”, who at this point hate us, and afraid to say the feeling is starting to be mutual from the team . The reality of the #C hallenges O f B usiness facing us. And truly we start to miss Yusuf.   Not only are we suffering, we are also short. Following our terrible negotiation, we realize that if we head in to another week, we will be going in to the extreme negative of money we don’t even have . I t will not be well with our soul, for the service is likely to get more pitiful. So my brother advices, it were better to end this deal, than to persist with this obviously sour relationship. “This is not working”, I told the head. However, due to the excessive inconvenience caused, we cut cost on most days . Now offered the last two days free, we wait for pay day. So, we think about it with a degree o...

Esther Neema, Founder Dream Tribe Leaving school, it never occurred to me that there was a world of entrepreneurship. Having studied PR, the government spokesman, Alfred Mutua, then was my role model. He he he, I know that is a bit funny now. I could see myself in that space, strutting the world as one, perhaps in red high heels, red lipstick and perhaps even a red dress. Well, this vision was until I got my first PR job, and I was bored to death in the afternoons literally having to lift my feet in the air daily not to dose, reaching work just before the 9:00 am, rushing in wearing my heels at the gate since it was a rule. And I remember being so unsettled, and thinking, yo, this can't be it!!! So the moment I was called for a play, I could never have been happier. The stage was my escape from all my "torture". Every evening, I would go without fail. You feel so elated and so alive. Before long, I was out of PR for stage, and every one thought I was mad. An...