Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Lonesome Dreams - Rules

Drew knew her love language was "gifts", so he gifted her with the things she needed. Topmost, was quality time. She loved her man to give her unrivaled attention. No matter where he was, she loved that he was glued to her. His time was valuable to him, and he risked a lot to share it with her.
She talked with a flint in her eyes which conveyed deeper thoughts than her lips could say. Often he would be glued, fascinated by the glow in her eyes when she talked. He loved to listen to her. She would talk about everything and any thing. Sometimes, he felt she was wasting his time, but he'd give it up still, to lend a listening ear.
He shared his library with her. Helping another grow mentally was something he was gifted at. He never was the one who would walk in to anyone's life and not make an impact. He was a potter, who liked to smoothen curves and chisel the malleable.
But, she primed herself with the vanity of life. She'd curse under her breath, why he chose to get her Rich Templar's "Rules" series, instead of that Jimmy Choo pair of wedges she had subtly suggested to him in that magazine at the airport.
He loved to travel, and he liked to bring her along. Not because he liked to be escorted, but because every time he traveled, he learnt something new - cultures, cities, economics, politics, beliefs, etc. And, he thought he needed to share this with her. She liked to hear him call her up to pack for the trips.
She was never the one for packing, so he memorized her wardrobe. He would call her and pick her colors, from her gowns to her shoes, to her cosette. Every time she met up with him, he would take his time to pack her bag properly.
Soon, he learned that it gave him quality time to spend with her. She would talk and tease him, while he folded and packed. Then he would share a few things he had learnt from the minutes he'd spent packing her bag. She liked that he invested time in knowing what she liked to wear, and the colors that tickled her eyes.
But, she loved vanity. And, Peter made her vain. He wasn't one for the long run. He was the perfect profile of the "misfit your girl would cheat with". He spoke with an unclear accent which epitomized his "bad boy" profile. Unruly, brutish with a knack for the booze and his smoke, his nonchalance attracted her to him.
She loved this, everything about him; except Drew was the one who seemed like he wanted a family, to get married, build something for the future. So, she was caught between her needs and her wants.
And, she flung caution to the winds, and plunged headlong for her wants...

Friday, 25 July 2008

The making of Wealth

I had a knack for books as a child, but I repelled motivational books - Memoirs of Marshall Zhukov, Kevin Keegan, All the Best People, Kenneth Kaunda - which seemed to dot our petite library. I had even attempted Philosophy, but not the leadership thing, and autobiographies. As a teenager, I went for romance, bestsellers and thrillers. Then I entered college and met a friend who was addicted to Napoleon Hill. He'd tell me, he want to make it big in no time, and I gareed with him. Myself, I could not recount the time I had enough to spent and make meaningful investments. So, I nurtured that dream of hitting the jackpots very soon, but very soon was taking ages. Before I knew it, I was already in my final year.

My friend started doing forex before I knew it, then started withdrawing money from his domiciliary account - I was still in a bottleneck - only prizing some share certificates I have which I still have not been able to verify. I then began to scour the internet for investment success formulas, and began to see people with the book, Rich Dad Poor Dad. My dad had been reading a copy the last time I was home, that was before he started his fishery investments. But I told myself, no one would teach me how to make money.

I continued my search for the golden fleece though not with much vigor, and attempted to get addicted to the financial stations on cable like my brother have, but still to no avail. Then I bumped into Donald Trump on Good Morning America, where there was an advert of his "The Apprentice". I liked what I saw, but immediately discarded him from my mind. Then, I visited a friend and was offered 'Why We Want You To Get Rich', written by Donald and Robert Kiyosaki, and my life was never the same. Within 24 hours, I read Kiyosaki's sequel to Rich Dad..., the one that has the four quadrants: E,S,B,I in another friend's place, then I began to piece the pictures together. Perhaps it was time I put on my investment shoes, and create a better life for myself. Probably, it was time the foundations were laid for the building of my empire. I read only the first chapter of the former, and the first three chapters of the latter, and was never in my life challenged about my personal goals on finance in my life, as Kiyosaki and Trump continued to.

If I had any pride left in my measly financial life, it vanished after I read about his dad, whom in wealth, still died a pauper. It set me thinking, one which I have not been able to decipher how and what to do next. Indeed in Thomas Edison's words, the greatest task is "thinking".

Now, am set on a newer perspective, and geared towards getting a formula that would mould my financial life into the I quadrant, even as I know am presently not in any of the four quadrants at the moment. I am thinking, and I will find a place to set my feet on. Watch me...

Tuesday, 20 May 2008

Remittances and their Effects

Historians have always maintained that “many human institutions are the result of human action, but not of human design”. This is the plight of the African continent, nay, the Third World. Languishing in poverty, strife, decaying economies and often worse governance, the Millennium Development Goals (MDGs) might be far from being realized before the targeted 2015.
Often times, citizens have been forced to seek greener pastures, therefore, propelling the migration of the “best” brains or, rather, the ablest of hands to countries with better opportunities. But there seem to be light at the end of the tunnel.
Interestingly, the money that these emigrants and thus, temporary workers in the developed economies send back home are doing the trick. Termed, “the diaspora that fuels development”, these remittances – private aid from the poor to the poorer – are today, the largest, fastest-growing and most reliable source of income for developing countries. It is seen to be larger than Foreign Direct Investments (FDI) and Official Development Assistance (ODA) from all countries combined, - totaling a whopping $167 billion in 2005 – quite more than official aid flows of $166 billion.
In little sums of $188 Zimbabwean emigrants (27% of the 96% that remit) send home, to as much as $1000 Phillipinos receive from relations working abroad, remittances are making the world go round. Today, remittances amount to 2½ times the Haitian national budget, and atleast 20% of its Gross Domestic Product – a country that has such a subsistence economy that most of the money has to go straight to consumption and education.
Evidently, remittances are getting more attention, because of the failure of previous development programmes. This ‘private’ foreign aid is much more likely to go the people who really need it because unlike development loans or private capital, they come without strings. And because no bureaucracy is needed to manage them, bureaucrats can not squander them.
According to a World Bank report, remittances help to stabilize irregular incomes and to build human and social capital. It is also playing a central role in providing basic services where most States have failed. And although its use can be polarized - in the Comoros Island remittances are majorly spent on “anda” wedding ceremonies while in Somalia, it has become a lifeline to survival for the majority - remittances are making a difference.
Another thing about remittances is its effects over foreign aid. Remittances have reduced the level and dept of poverty and countries with higher level of poverty are not necessarily receiving more remittances. And the largest effects of remittances on poverty are observed in countries close to major labour-receiving areas. However, remittances have not translated in to investment growth and robust expansion of manufacturing as much as foreign aid has. It is noted also, that only its securitization can ensure that it raises loans in the international market at concessional rates which does not work out uniformly for all countries especially when the countries does not depend on such loans, for example, India or China.
At the same time, remittance funded investments are often found to be highly inefficient, poorly managed and unsustainable. The World Bank indicates that although private funds from the diaspora have built hospitals and schools, a lack of communications with the government often led to staff shortage in these facilities as seen in the Comoran Islands.
The issue of migration is one thing that has undermined the effects of remittances. By 2005, Nigeria alone had about 22,000 migrant Doctors, working in the United Kingdom. This has subsequently depleted the workers in areas as the health sector that has barely been able to cope with issues like Poliomyelitis, Malaria and the HIV/AIDS prevalence. However, the situation may look relieving for a country where unemployment have been on the rise, although, the quality of new hands expected to take over the vacant spaces is not sure.
The complementarity of remittances to foreign aid is pone way, to bolster development. According to President Tony Saca of El Savador, himself a benefactor of remittances, “the big challenge is to turn our workers abroad in to partners in the country’s progress, so that their remittances leave a legacy of productive investment at home”. This is because the success stories of remittances are individual, not collective. They can keep a lot of people from falling deeper in to poverty, but unless the government does the right things, they don’t lift many in to the middle class.
Remittances if handled and channeled through proper ways can complement the goals of foreign aid programs. If the money is mostly used for food, but also for rent, baptisms, weddings, funerals, gambling, then remittances are also part of our future. There is therefore the need to draw up strategies to quantify remittance income and explore ways to stretch the money to complement foreign aid.
This can be rather difficult, but the sooner it is done in expectation of yielding long-term results, the better. These strategies include, coaxing recipients to open savings accounts so that some of the money can be recycled in to small-business loans; encourage recipients to invest the money directly in community-wide businesses because such ventures can attract outside capital and become engines of prosperity; proper utilization of foreign exchange earnings from remittances in imports, so as to have a deleterious effect on export competitiveness; flexing financial and monetary policies and regulations creating barriers to the flow of remittances and their effective investment.
Securitization of remittances can also make it as much as possible, reliable and transparent in order to limit the potential for abuse. Other strategies are paying more attention to integrating migration policy within the larger global dialogue on economic development and poverty reduction; and entrusting remittance transfer in to the hands of credible financial institutions, so that it becomes part of foreign exchange reserves.

Wednesday, 27 February 2008

Slaving for pay?

As I am writing this, I am realy locked up in my department's computer lab in school, doing some data management work, to earn some money. I am actually supposed to be a t work - I mean, as a third year student, am supposed to be away on industrial atachment, but I have skipped work for two weeks now, trying to earn some money I won't get at work.

I feel am doing it for my own good, but may be am stressing myself too much. The other day, a gang of gun wielding boys broke in to a cafe by early evening, and carted away with fones and notebooks. now, am locked up in an empty school. Don't you think its to the detriment of my own security?