Hi Hi....

A friend sent this to me and I thought to share it with some of my "Crack Pot Friends". Enjoy it!!!

Thanks Hajara.

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream."I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."

The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?" "That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them." "For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.

"Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!

Strength and Honor.

Debo

Hello everyone
Today, a colleague and I visited the ongoing Card Expo at the Civic Centre. We went in looking for something new and excitment but....

As hard as we tried, we couldn’t find anything new and exciting!
However, I think I found out why the ‘Whites’ are ahead of ‘black’ people.
As hospitable as we claim to be, the whites are still ahead in customer service.

The ‘Whites’ sure know how to woo and retain their customers.
All we needed to do was get a little close to the Visa stand to draw the attention of the two white gentlemen. Both probably managers, were very warm and smiley while they answered our questions and didn’t have a problem explaining further when we pressed. I can imagine they were like that to all the visitors to their stand.

On the other hand, our Nigerian ‘sales reps’ and their supervisors weren’t like our white friends. Some of them looked unhappy and wondered why they were there. Some just looked at you and threw their faces away. This perhaps explains why many of the exhibition booths (many of them owned by banks), were not filled.

If it were a trade contest, one will surely see the white guys smiling to the bank and their Nigerian hosts frowning home.

Perhaps a dose of courteous and purposeful customer service will help improve the way we do business in Nigeria.

Strength and Honor