Poetic meditations

“Mum, I really don’t mean to offend you but I have made up my mind that I am going in for Media.” She said with some finality that anyone who did not know Moraa’s family could mistake her for a spoilt disobedient young lady. “As I have always told you my little old Toy,” she had been nicknamed ‘Toy’ in her childhood due to her small sized body and till now the name had stuck like some stubborn super glue. “I will never stand in between you and your dreams, what I only want is to be sure that you make a career choice that you will be proud of even when you will be propping yourself up with a stick like your old man.” Her mother advised her. She usually referred to the father of her only child as the old man. She had learnt to forgive him for breaking her heart but she had sworn that she would never get married again. She believed that each individual had one special person meant for him or her and hers had broken her heart, she could not be married to another man for she would be grabbi...

Creativity CHAPTER ONE The Chief Executive Officer studied the Curriculum Vitae for the umpteenth time, the twentieth time to be precise, and as his conscience had told him the first time he had been introduced to its bearer, the young man was hiding some cheekiness behind his handsome façade something that he wished he could place a reason on. He found no outright reason for disliking the young man but he disliked him all the same. “What is it that is making me loathe you young man?” He asked silently as the innocent job seeker faced the interviewing panel “So,” the C.E.O broke the silence, “tell us anything you think we should know about you that is not reflected in the resume but which you think can place you in a better place to clinch this job.” The in-betweens did not escape the interviewees’ attention as he tried to digest the full meaning of the question and not the implicit one. “ I know what you did last summer,” he told the C.E.O silently as their eyes inter locked but was ...

CHAPTER ONE The Chief Executive Officer studied the Curriculum Vitae for the umpteenth time, the twentieth time to be precise, and as his conscience had told him the first time he had been introduced to its bearer, the young man was hiding some cheekiness behind his handsome façade something that he wished he could place a reason on. He found no outright reason for disliking the young man but he disliked him all the same. “What is it that is making me loathe you young man?” He asked silently as the innocent job seeker faced the interviewing panel “So,” the C.E.O broke the silence, “tell us anything you think we should know about you that is not reflected in the resume but which you think can place you in a better place to clinch this job.” The in-betweens did not escape the interviewees’ attention as he tried to digest the full meaning of the question and not the implicit one. “ I know what you did last summer,” he told the C.E.O silently as their eyes inter locked but was quick enough...