I am a magnet for kindness. Like the center of a black hole, my body attracts every good deed from across the universe to the foot of my wheelchair. I move through parking lots and malls, farmers’ markets and airports, bookstores and buffets, and people scramble to my aid.
O.K., so there are plenty of people who don’t seem to notice me, and some people who are actually repelled. They look down, pull their bag or their child closer to them, draw their legs up to their chest as I roll by. Read More...
The last few weeks has been very turbulent for Nigerians; from fuel scarcity to collapse of the national grid, leading to a nation-wide blackout across the country, to increase in the cost of diesel which has resulted in the halting of businesses across the country. In the midst of all of these happenings, the common man is the most affected, as he is the one that suffers the direct impact of these scarcity in the form of price hikes in the cost of food, transportation and other basic amenities which have gone up over 300%. Read More...
Mark Twain was a great author—but a stupendously incompetent businessman. He lost money on an engraving process, on a magnetic telegraph, on a steam pulley, on the Fredonia Watch Company, on railroad stocks. He once turned down a chance to buy into Bell Telephone even though he had one of the nation’s first residential phones. The author eventually lost so much money that in 1891 he moved the family out of their Hartford home; Twain would sell it after twenty years for about one-sixth the amount he put into it. Read More...