Ever remember that kid from Primary school whose name always appeared on the list of ‘talkertives’ all the time, so much so that his name was written by default by every class prefect even before he is actually caught talking? Yep, that’s me, finally finding a place to talk all I want with pompous impunity. If you are not from Ghana, you might not get this, but there, where I come from, people are actually tasked to note down those who dare open their mouth when the teacher is out of class; the culprits, usually me and others, are treated to palatable strokes of the teacher’s cane. Don’t worry, I survived it!
Like all people born with chronic verbal diarrhoea, I fancy myself as a poet, philosopher, loud thinker, story teller, social and business commentator and a disappointed comedian. When I am not lurking in this oral disability, or ability, if you like, you will find me at my desk at the Melbourne Business School pretending to be working hard at finishing my PhD in Marketing.
When I write, I am either rolling in my own self righteousness or calling out that of others. But I have enough sense to know that my opinion is just my truth, not your truth, nor the truth. So when you read my truth, and it rubs you in any way, don’t hesitate to share your truth. That’s the beauty of life, after all: diversity!