There'll be days like these..
I need grace. A lot of grace. And patience. and resilience.
Why, you may ask, do i need all these virtues? Well, let me tell you a story. A few months ago, the lease at our office and factory expired. We therefore needed to find new office and factory space to move into ASAP. Our current landlord was kind enough to extend a grace period as we looked for suitable space.
In may, i was hospitalised and the search ground to a halt..in mid June, as i felt better physically, the search was restarted. All i can say is, I have been to hell and back. From con men who purport to own offices and factories and are only interested in fleecing you, real estate agents who never call back to racist factory owners who have a problem with black folk. Am done. Am so done.
Last week, i found a space that was suitable to our needs (most factories are so large and hence very expensive), met the very kind agent, viewed the space and started negotiating for the space. The owner, an elderly man of Asian descent, requested to meet the company directors (the fact that am a director didn't seem to count for much - young and female isn't what he considered serious, so i called in dad who's also a director). The meeting was scheduled for today but it never took place. The gentleman suddenly changed his mind about letting the space out to us. The reason: The company is black owned.
Yes. I need a lot of grace.
On an entirely different matter, I have been going out this week more than usual thanks to two gentlemen vying for my attention. The younger is eloquent, articulate and oh so gorgeous. The older; kind,chivalrous and wants to take me to the Mara.
Hmmm...who to choose? Quite a dilemma. Why do i have to chose at all?
Why, you may ask, do i need all these virtues? Well, let me tell you a story. A few months ago, the lease at our office and factory expired. We therefore needed to find new office and factory space to move into ASAP. Our current landlord was kind enough to extend a grace period as we looked for suitable space.
In may, i was hospitalised and the search ground to a halt..in mid June, as i felt better physically, the search was restarted. All i can say is, I have been to hell and back. From con men who purport to own offices and factories and are only interested in fleecing you, real estate agents who never call back to racist factory owners who have a problem with black folk. Am done. Am so done.
Last week, i found a space that was suitable to our needs (most factories are so large and hence very expensive), met the very kind agent, viewed the space and started negotiating for the space. The owner, an elderly man of Asian descent, requested to meet the company directors (the fact that am a director didn't seem to count for much - young and female isn't what he considered serious, so i called in dad who's also a director). The meeting was scheduled for today but it never took place. The gentleman suddenly changed his mind about letting the space out to us. The reason: The company is black owned.
Yes. I need a lot of grace.
On an entirely different matter, I have been going out this week more than usual thanks to two gentlemen vying for my attention. The younger is eloquent, articulate and oh so gorgeous. The older; kind,chivalrous and wants to take me to the Mara.
Hmmm...who to choose? Quite a dilemma. Why do i have to chose at all?
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