My perspective lately is that networking is simply cracking the seven degrees of separation code.  And I’m not talking about the song by the rock band The Script. I missed an event last month, so this time round my antennas were alert. You only have to keep your ear on the ground and the invites will astound you – right, …

So I made a pact with self that 2016 is going to be that year that I wear my networking skirts, dresses, stockings and heels in the quest to get more business. I added onto my Vision Board a picture lifted from one of my many WhatsApp groups with a lady in fancy bootstrap heels and a skirt suit that …

‘Hi Hun. Viva has booked a 4 pm appointment today. You better be here at 3. Kisses.’ the text message read. Although Makena was expecting to hear from Juma, the message lifted her sulking spirit a little. She had been pursuing Viva the famous singer, together with her friend Dougie, for the past few weeks. Dougie and Makena were childhood …

8:45 AM and Makena is at KRA, along Haile Selassie Avenue. How come there is no queue？ Any chance the offices moved？ “Madam siku hizi wako huko chini, tembea hivi utawaona (They moved; just walk along the road and you will see them）” advised the security guy at the entrance. Wrong shoes for walking! Skirt too short to ride on …

The female waitress on the further edge of the restaurant was looking at her suspiciously. Makena had been sipping on her now cold latte for the past 30 minutes. She tried keeping busy on the computer but her eyes always trailed back to the entrance. She fought a burning desire to call Mark. She didn’t want him babysitting her but …

“Now you have to go out and look for your first client,” Mark had remarked. It had been two months since Mark told her those words. Makena had gone out with so much enthusiasm.  She called everyone on her phonebook, emailed random people informing them of her new venture; Makena Communications offering PR services and social media management; her business cards read. …