Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Another Artisan Gets It All Wrong

I’m travelling for a workshop and I know I really need to print my business cards.  You know how it is, you travel, you meet people; you talk business or pleasure or both. You want to keep in touch. They ask for your business card. You wear that stupid smirk on your face while you explain why you have none on you. I decide that was not going to happen. Since my usual printer has morphed into a diva, I go with a friend’s recommendation.

I contact him and explain what I want. He asks for the artwork and gives me his terms – upfront payment and four days to get the job done. I have three and tell him so. We reach a compromise. It is evening, delivery day. I call his number forever. He finally picks up and says he needs two extra days. We agree on pm the next day, less than a day before I am due to travel.

I call his number throughout that day until the following morning. It is either not available or switched off. Interestingly, I am more worried than upset ‘cos in my mind I think, ‘he cannot possibly switch off his phone for almost twenty four hours because of one client.’ I hope he is alright.

I try his number while waiting at the airport and it rings out; several times. At least he is okay. I call my friend who recommended him. She calls his boss. Dude picks up and tells his boss he had some challenges and spent the money.

Strangely, I am not angry. I am sad.  For him. He will not go far. It is unlikely he will. Ten years from now he will still be a small-scale printer with no repeat business. He will grow older and wonder why things have remained the same. He will turn to prayer, and maybe fasting. For thirty days, maybe a hundred . God will seem strangely silent. In the frustration that ensues, he will blame the system. Or his poor parents. Or those famed witches who live in villages. Or rich relatives who see his condition but refuse to help. Or the government. Or all of them.

It will change nothing because in all of this he may never comes to the realization that the greatest obstacle to his success, is him.


©Naomi Lucas

10 comments:

theYakadude said...

Perceptive. Lesson learned.

theYakadude said...

Perceptive. Lesson learned.

Chiny said...

I hear you, Naomi. I was laughing until I felt the tears...the last two paragraphs were so hilarious; and so you. But, you are right on point with the predictions.

Naomi Lucas said...

But it's true now, Chiny :D

Freda said...

Ha Naomi! I couldn't have written this better!

Jide Afolayan said...

I practically stumbled on this. Really nice.

Jide Afolayan said...

I practically stumbled on this. Really nice. "Famed witches"!! Hilarious.

Naomi Lucas said...

Thanks Jide :)

Naomi Lucas said...

Freda, it was a serious something oh. Lol

Naomi Lucas said...

Thanks :)