Although this blog post is not about business it does give insight as to why i write. Enjoy.
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I tugged on my mom’s shirt and tried to pull her in the direction of all the brightly coloured pens that were perfectly lined up in jars. That is where it all started for me, in that little stationary shop in the middle of a small town in Tanzania.
As I reached the shelves where the pens were stacked my eyes grew larger, there were so many of them! I picked up one from each jar, one at a time and felt them. I could feel a growing sense of excitement wash all over me. It was not often that my mother took me to stationary shops; she knew that once I was in there it took me a long time to tear myself away from the pretty…
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