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The One-Man Show: Did He Save or Lose Money? |
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Tuesday, 31 August 2010 15:19 |
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Published 04/26/2009 - 11:19 a.m. CST
By Yankuba Mamburay
Once there lived a man who won a jackpot in a lottery competition. In total he won D300 million. All his life he was wondering why companies hired so many different department managers. He abhorred such practices and thought it was a total waste. All these ‘fat, bragging so called intellectuals’ are not needed, he thought. So after winning a jackpot and becoming an instant millionaire Mr. Dewo, as he was fondly called, vowed not to employ ‘these useless managers’ but to handle every aspect of his just-established department store, called Dewo International, by himself. He put up an ad for cashiers, salespersons, drivers, laborers, etc. He handled the interviews himself and assigned all the employees to their various departments, which he established: Purchasing, Operations, Marketing, Accounting, and Sales departments. Everybody reported to him directly. The chain of command must be as short and flat as possible, he declared.
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Last Updated on Monday, 11 April 2011 13:25 |
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A Poor Man and His Kingdom: Financial Strategy or Glutony? |
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Written by Staff Writer
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Monday, 30 August 2010 19:09 |
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Published 03/20/2009
There lived a man, called Dungdung, in a remote village who needed to dig a latrine for his family in his backyard. As he was digging he started smelling petroleum. The deeper he dug the latrine the stronger the smell of the petroleum.
Suddenly a big flow of petroleum gushed out on the poor man. He stepped out and called his wife who confirmed that this was petrol. He used a bucket to draw some of the petrol and headed to the car park to sell one gallon to a taxi driver. It turned out that the petrol was a ready-to-go type and needed no further refining. In a matter of hours the taxi driver wanted more from Dungdung and bought a full tank of fuel from him. Before long the news reached more vehicle owners that this man had better petrol than the one in the main market. One night the man decided to draw a barrelful of petrol from his “oil well,” which he placed right by his compound gate. In a few days several cars started lining in front of his house for fuel. Soon he had enough money to build a gas station by his compound gate.
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Last Updated on Sunday, 27 February 2011 14:11 |
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The Confident Businessman |
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Written by Staff Writer
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Monday, 30 August 2010 19:02 |
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 By Yabkuba Mamburay
Once there lived a businessman who was considered the best of the best during his time. His name was Borom Kodo. He always knew what kind of goods and services to deal in and what kinds would bring the maximum profits. His acumen for business was one of a kind and one that mystified people from across the world. For him it seemed that he was always at the right place at the right time with the right products. He made so much money that there was none like him on the land. For Borom Kodo, it is solely a man’s making, and no one else's, that he becomes what or who he becomes, especially when it comes to amassing wealth. That was his fervent belief. So he came with a dictum:
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Last Updated on Monday, 30 August 2010 20:56 |
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A Reader's Satirical Response to the Release of "The Mysterious Odyssey of a Village Boy" |
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Written by Staff Writer
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Monday, 30 August 2010 18:54 |
By Yero Jallow
Funny Mamburay, funny! You truly reminded me of this African friend of mine, Olawafemi aka Femi jnr. Of Nigerian descent.
Jnr. would still look at me cracking laughter saying "Dalton, I wanna be like you when I grow up."
Me too here, I wanna be like you Mamburay. For one bit, get your fingers off of harmful politics and give me "The Mysterious Odyssey of a Village Boy."
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Last Updated on Monday, 30 August 2010 20:57 |
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