Letters to my Unknown friend
While we were very very young, Okpoti whose mother, a Ghanaian born Liberian had separated from his father lived in some part of America decided it was unwise to leave the young man here in Ghana, especially since our other friend Kofi Kyintoh had been murdered at that time for ritual purposes. Our little Bibiani Community was still in shock. I have established contact with Okpoti after several years apart. And we communicate often. He says though that my old school writing skills are outdated in this technology driven ecosystem....but I still write.
Who said tweaa.....
Okpoti my long gone friend,
On a wet afternoon of this kind, the least you expect of me is to be writing you a note. Against all odds that’s what I have chosen to do. Today, I was scheduled to speak to a group of startup entrepreneurs for fifteen (15) minutes sharing my own experiences.
I am a startup too, and was privileged to lead the discussions with these energetic young men and women. Ten minutes into our conversation, there seemed a sudden rush of heavenly adrenalin in the skies. It rained so intense for the next few minutes….maybe 45.
Obviously we kept the conversation going. I was passionate talking inspiration into the hearts and minds of these adventurous ones. I was firing on all cylinders with wit and humor, intensely about time/energy management, personnel, marketing and finance. I shared our journey and our encounters in the trenches, and tried to show off our hands soiled by dint of hard work.
The most touching moment for me was none of all the things going on around, but the thought of the many young people wanting to set themselves loose, take some risks, earn some bruises and to do what they can to build their dreams.
So committed are they that they have sacrificed time [a fraction of their lives] to sit thru the Enablis UT Bank/ABL Business Launchpad Competition’s training sessions.
As a ‘graduate’ of what is referred to as ‘MiniMBA’ among startup entrepreneurs, I can vouch for the quality of the material and can say for a fact that these young ones have chosen the right path.
I’ll try to remember these; Osikani Edem, Amin [Tamale], Julie[the lady I had met before], Bernice [from myJSS], Prince, [who refuses to grow], Selorm [like my friend], Ed?[the expedition guy?], Joshua, Aaron [Moses], Odeneho, Uncle Boat, Nana [all protocol observed sah!], Seyram and I remember the Fante lady who knows how to marry pink and traditional fabrics.
When I first wrote this post, I could not remember her name but we met again and my memory got a jolt…Opakoma….I got it.
Okpoti, I have vehemently protested your unwillingness to write back except occasionally to ping and say ‘hi’. I know you read my letters and yet never write a reply….
If it ever came to you that I will stop writing only because you do not reply…….Tweeaaaaa…….