My cab driver is a very ambitious fellow. A former matatu driver, he’s been driving cabs for the last year or so and has his eyes set on buying a car of his own, before getting to a place where he’ll buy KENATCO and JATCO, the taxi companies, and have them as some of the properties he owns. Ever since he discovered what I do, every ride with him has turned into a class, with me explaining the world of finance and some of the tools available to him to make his dream come true.

Sometime this week, as he drove like a mad man to help me meet a document submission deadline, he asked me a very interesting question, one that has stuck with me.

“You are a very ambitious fellow,” he told me, no idea why. ” But at what point do you want to sit back and say ‘Haya. Now I am a rich man’ Let me eat the fruits of my labour’?”

John D. Rockefeller, America’s first billionaire, said, “If your only goal is to become rich, you’ll never achieve it.”

It’s not about the money. It’s the love of the game. Building a business that is bigger than me. The satisfaction in a delighted customer; a reader that walks up to me and says ‘I love’ The satisfaction of taking advantage of an opportunity that presents itself. The thrill in closing a sale. The delight in winning someone over to your side, as a partner, as an employee. The sheer anticipation of surmounting challenges. The art of the deal. The pride.

The money is involved, but it’s just a measure of how well you play, like keeping points on a basketball game.

I love this game. 


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