Farewell!
It is said, ‘the reason it hurts so much to separate is
because our souls are connected’. With just two months short of eight years
from the day I joined Parmalat Zambia Limited, my soul is so much connected to
the organization and its people, it hurts to say goodbye. Yet, nothing on earth
is permanent so this day was still going to come, as fate decrees even the
dearest friends to inevitably one day part.
The process of saying
goodbye to colleagues whom I have over the years grown to behold as family is
not an easy one. I once witnessed a former colleague shed tears when bidding farewell
after ten years of service and, I had then dismissed that as either a stunt or
exaggeration of emotions until when it dawned on me today. Just writing this
short farewell piece to add to the Random thoughts piece which I had been
writing the preceding two days took me another two days. The entire blog post
took four days to type, of which two days was dedicated to just the farewell
piece.
There are very few times
when I run out of things to write about. Nevertheless, I can still say my thanks
to all my colleagues at the Distribution Department (current and past). More
appreciation to Parmalat Zambia management team for the opportunities accorded
me to serve in various appointments over the years. My last thanks go to the rest
of the Parmalat family as I have had the opportunity to interact with many from
all Parmalat Zambia business units in Kitwe, Livingstone and Chipata as well as
outside Zambia from Parmalat South Africa, Italy and France.
My role has always been
to give the best I can, because working for an organization which is a market
leader requires nothing short of service par excellence. To maintain the status
quo of market leader for the organisation, I as an employee had to uphold the
highest ethical standards every day in order to fit into the organisation’s
culture. This work culture engraved in me from this organization can only spur
me to greater things.
I joined Parmalat on 19th
September 2007 and over the years spent a lot of my time with colleagues I regard
as family. There are some experiences that leave footprints in our hearts and
Parmalat has done just that to me. I joined the organization fairly young and
inexperienced having worked for just a cumulative two years for Drake &
Gorham and Chizsoft Systems both as a Marketing Executive. In between that I had
taken to I.T. private jobs and consultancy.
Eight years at Parmalat
has really been the real ‘gig’ for me
and I will forever cherish my time with the organization. I have had a lot of
experiences such that when the time to bid farewell has come forth, there are
no suitable words to state my exact feelings. All I can say is that I am filled
with gratitude. I am extremely grateful to everyone who accorded me the opportunity
and privilege to work at this wonderful organization.
The bloke that is
leaving today is definitely not the same fella who came through the gates of
Parmalat Zambia head office on Mungwi road to be interviewed by Steven Nyangu 8
years ago. Still, not even the lad who would make an impression on Sajid Chohan
and a few months later sat on the opposite side of his table getting to know
each other before the formal interview.
Despite opening a new
chapter now, I will forever cherish the time I have been with Parmalat.
Sales Pitch!
Without getting
entangled in the age old debate of whether the best salesmen are born or made,
I’d like to say that some people are naturally suited to the jobs of sales than
others. The old debate itself rages on without a conclusive culmination, of
course.
My
position though is that salespeople are actually made, even though others it is
more naturally. However they are not made by just sitting behind a desk and
listening to a professor rumble about and then later sit for an examination
which they pass. Of course the aspect of training is important, but it takes
many years of nurturing and development to acquire that "certain gusto"
for sales. Even the most gifted orators can make terrible salesmen if they
don’t perfect the art.
My
take is that there are people more naturally suited to acquire the sales
persona than others. There are two people I have in mind and I will share my
encounters with them as I ruminate on some of the most important traits or
great sales people.
The
first person is an elderly lady probably in her sixties who sells cooking
sticks around the areas of Northmead and Jesmondine in Lusaka. I don’t know her
name but I will refer to her as Madam Minkos. I choose to refer to
her as Madam Minkos because that is always how she approaches people. “Darling,
here’s some minkos!”, she says a number of times.
Her
area of operation is usually the car park outside Peco and Flamingo
supermarkets in Jesmondine. Madam minkos’ strategy is to approach motorists upon
arrival or when about to leave. She approaches with a very jovial greeting that
immediately takes the encounter into some sort of conversation as if between
close longtime friends. She exhibits traits of a great sales person by that
gesture alone.
The
early encounters my wife and I had with Madam Minkos were enough for us to get away
with something from her collection of items on sale. Later on, because we had
paid for one too many cooking sticks and couldn’t continue buying more, nonetheless
on the encounters that followed, we parted away with minimum amounts - just to
give her – she had created that bond. She creates a bond with her customers such that even though she may have saturated her market with her produscts, she
still goes away with just free money which I imagine she gets from more people.
She
definitely has a great sales pitch than most professional sales people. Sales
should not just be about being able to recite
the benefits, specs and features a product one is selling. One must be able to
go beyond the benefits story which in some cases is told with technical jargon.
Madam Minkos never tells you how her cooking sticks can prepare the best Nshima
south of the equator. All she does is approach you in a way that immediately
creates a great rapport between you, just there and then and a conversation will
ensue.
What she does demonstrate
is a high level of expertise and competence by being able to decode her pitch into
a friendly conversation that influences a buyer’s decision. I suppose because
of the number of times we run into her I’d have reached a point of feeling
bothered every time we find her. To the contrary, she amazes me every time she
approaches us. She behaves the same way every time you meet her regardless of
the number of times you have encountered her.
The other natural sales person
is a gentleman usually found around Northmead area. He too I assume is not a
trained sales person but does have the aura of a high profile sales individual.
The gentleman, whom I will call Kardashian Guy, because of his
constant reference to American socialite and fashion icon Kim Kardashian, has
obviously with time and experience learned the important sales technique of STP
(segmentation, Targeting and positioning). Kardashian Guy has tried to just
concentrate on the market segment of women’s fashion.
My assumption is that Kardashian
guy buys cheap salaula (imported second hand clothes) and takes such clothes
for laundry and then starts to target ladies around Northmead, selling the
clothes as imported designers. Kardashian Guy has a comical way of selling his
clothes by referring to each design by various Hollywood names among them Kim
Kardashian, Jeniffer Lopez and Britteney Spears, regardless of what the actual
design could be.
One classic moment was
when he pointed to one specific garment he was carrying and said that he
actually took it off ‘rich kids of
Beverly hills’. The Kardashian Guy definitely does connect with his target
market in a special way and they keep him in business. The gentleman has also got
a great ability to translate past experience to predict sales trends and
consumer behavior. After doing what he has been doing for what I presume is a
long time, direct sales and interaction with clients has made him develop a knowledge
base that can be retrieved at a snap of a finger to determine the best course
of action.
It doesn’t matter if the
buyer is not a Kim Kardashian fan, but this guy will pull out of his bag sales
pitch stories, something about a garment having been used on a set of a box office
movie. I assume that Kardashian Guy faces rejection during his many cold call
conversations with strangers everyday but the great sense of humour which he
possesses obviously makes him handle these situations.
The examples of people
with little or no sales training being successful at sales may not stop at
Madam Minkos and Kardashian Guy. I believe there are even much more
accomplished ones I’ve never met. However, what nature gives them in terms of
great oratory skills or charisma; they need to develop that with training and
experience. In other words, nature which is nurtured is unrivaled.
Madam Minkos and
Kardashian guy also clearly do love what they do hence they really get good at
it. This is true for any job. You only become good at it if you love the job.
Forget the amount of papers you have, with your name printed on them that you
are certified as having undergone training. Practical work is different from
studying.
Miracle seekers and
Miracle makers
When I read the story of
the pastor who miraculously credited talk time into the phones of his flock,
the first thought that came to mind was ZICTA. I don’t know which network
between Airtel, Zamtel and MTN the lucky devotees got their phone air time, but
I just thought this man needs to get a license from ZICTA (Zambia Information
Communication Technology Authority), for regulation. Otherwise the man will put
Airtel, MTN and Zamtel out of business. ZICTA must define his role as it is not
clear whether he is a competitor to the three companies or he is just a
partner.
The fact remains that if
the man is miraculously ‘creating’ talk time, he must be registered by ZICTA. Maybe
my random thoughts are slightly out of context and really unfair to this one individual
as there are more people I should ask for registration to other regulatory
authorities. There are reports of ‘men of God’ who miraculously credit the bank
accounts of staunch believers. I suspect these staunch believers must be those
who have ‘sown financial seeds’ for substantial periods, by depositing
percentages of their earnings into the pastors’ personal bank account.
Certainly the Bank of
Zambia (BOZ) must know about this money miraculously being credited into
people’s bank accounts. I am sure the banks whose customers miraculously
receive money can provide the bank with audit trails of money that just finds
itself in certain accounts without any deposit or transfer. Maybe this
miraculous money needs more than just BOZ regulation but also the anti-money laundering
unit of the Drug Enforcement Commission (DEC). As a matter of fact, I miss
Mukutulu Sinyani, he was the best the DEC has had in my lifetime. I am
convinced he would have certainly taken note of this miracle money trails.
There is another pastor
who is miraculously filling up fuel tanks of his flock’s cars. This one should
register with the Energy Regulation board (ERB). Better still the government
could consider partnering with this man to supply Indeni Oil refinery with
cheaper fuel since international market forces are pushing the cost up. As long
as the miracle crude oil will not be highly acidic, low density feed, high
soluble Iron content, or any other such jargon making newspaper headlines
recently; I can proudly give my thumbs up.
A lot of regulatory
organisations should take note of these men. The Kitwe city council must also
take note of the man who is reportedly turning water into wine. I am aware that
this miracle was performed in ‘biblical’ times, but times have since changed.
The context in which that was done is different.
This random thought
doesn’t seek to undermine the capabilities of some pastors to perform miracles,
but that since these miracles are performed on earth, they must adhere to the
earthly regulations that govern the areas of their miracle making. Give Caesar
what belongs to Caesar. This was the teaching of Jesus Christ the Nazarene, as
long as this is being done on earth where Caesar is in charge; give him what
belong to him.
The miracle makers are
ever so becoming a very popular species of priests in Zambia. Their popularity
is ever being fueled by a growing audience in need of these miracles. This is
an audience in need of jobs even when they are not qualified for them. An
audience in search of potential marriage partners who are stinking rich. This
breed, trust me wants to get paid without supplying a product or service. They
wish to stay home in front of a huge television just switching channels with periodic
breaks taking walks to either a very huge balcony or even a state of the art
kitchen for a bite.
Miracles have always
been performed since Christian religion has been in existence hence my random
thoughts are not in any way an affront on religion. In fact, miracles in many
ways are a pinnacle of Christian religion. My take though is that some
unscrupulous individuals are really bringing religion and Christianity in
particular, into disrepute.
Adding to the
unscrupulous dudes are the weird fellas like the guy who was recently arrested
in South Africa for telling his followers to feed on live snakes. Followers
have also been asked to eat green grass before, which isn’t in any way related
to the vocation of evangelism or winning of souls. Jesus multiplied bread and
fish to feed multitudes and this dude goes to ask his followers to eat grass!
What happened to the
messages of salvation?
Life is a beach!
So
there I was taking my evening walk at the beach as had become my custom every
day.
As I
walked while enjoying the breeze of the Indian Ocean, I saw this elderly white
man jogging alongside his dog in what I presumed was also his daily routine. As
he was getting closer to me, the dog suddenly changed direction and sprinted towards
me.
My
first instinct was to run for safety. But then I thought to myself that
outrunning a dog is one of the hardest things a man can ever do, besides I was
better off facing in the direction it was coming from rather than give it my
back. “Is it not Shaka who said never
leave an enemy behind?” , I asked myself. In that moment the dog had become
an enemy. So once again I elected not to run and I stood still.
But the
dog was quickly approaching and my mind was not processing solutions quick
enough. I stood still and immediately, I thought to shout FUSEKE! FUSEKE!
Then
again it dawned on me that this dog would never understand those words. I would
probably just provoke it. So I elected to be still once more. But the dog was
almost where I had been standing.
Then
the owner of the dog shouted at me; "don't
run, it won't hurt you!"
Finally...
the dog reached where I had been standing and it stood in front of me and
flapped its tail as it jumped around before turning and running towards it's
owner.
At that moment the man shouted at me saying, "I
told you it wouldn't hurt you as long as you didn't run!"