The date is 16th of August 2014, the place is
highlands restaurant Mama Ngina Street Nairobi. I am a few minutes early for a meeting with
friends that I haven’t seen for a long, long time. These are true friends. The type that holds me
accountable for the way I conduct my life. Am sure in this meeting I will have
to give account of the strides I have taken in life so far, and if no strides then
explain. But I also know that we will talk enthusiastically
about what we need to do next to make big money. Big money! Yes big money. Isn’t it not always
about big money?
A Case for the African Dream
