Showing posts with label Ebola. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 12 April 2016

Looking for the Holy Grail (also known as Accountant)

By Farzana Rasheed


The Accountant I hired over the Christmas period disappeared mid March. This fellow was hired at the end of a very frustrating year for bookkeeping, after 2 previous failed attempts at trying to migrate to a modern accounting system.

I am beginning to think that this position is cursed. My tech team has – more or less – come together after having hired and fired and lost countless interns, senior techies (local and foreign individuals).  Our senior techie, Jonathan Barwon, has been with us since 2010. Then, Daniel Collins has been with us since 2012. We also have Emmanuel Jacobs who joined the same year. Rita Gailor is with us since 2015.

It’s the lack of having a reliable, professional, and serious Accountant that has aggravated, frustrated and stressed me out for several years now. Where can this Holy Grail be found?


Image from here.
Before 2015, I had a young lady, let’s call her Miss P, who was working as the “Admin/Finance” Assistant. I inherited her from NLTC (New Liberia Technology Company), NATC’s predecessor, in 2009. She was trained in filing, word processing, typing up official documentation and even creating invoices and receipts. I believe there was an accounting software being used for bookkeeping which the late Mr. Alex Nyaley was maintaining. After I founded a new company under a new name, I was still strained somehow to retain most of the older staff. Mr. Nyaley took a small fee from me to train the young Miss P in the accounting software. I was too busy of course to really understand this software and what impact the training had. It was clear, though, nothing was really being accomplished. Mr. Nyaley and I didn’t agree on his fee and we soon parted ways. He sadly passed away a few years ago.

From 2012 to 2013, I hired a few trainers for Miss P to teach her another accounting software, Quickbooks, which everyone in Monrovia seemed to be using. She even asked for time off in the evenings to be able to attend university classes. More or less she and I got along very well and, she could handle many tasks.  I was under the impression she was learning this software until much to my annoyance, I realised she was wasting my time and not really interested in accounting. She would act sullen and not acknowledge any requests for reports and evidence of her work in the accounts. We even switched gears and tried to engage in a barter arrangement with an accounting firm (Parker and Associates) where we would give them free IT maintenance and tech support in exchange for accounting services. That never even took off.

And, our own staff, Miss P, was not interested.

Eventually, I let her go and, had to pay her a severance, too.  After this, we maintained bookkeeping by hand, entering all transactions in a ledger and filing all documents, invoices and receipts.

We focused on growing the business, developing our tech team and refining our procedures.  In those years, I was always concerned that somehow our technical expertise was not up to the mark, that our international clients expected international-level IT engineers with degrees from MIT and Oxford. I spent much of my energy drafting adverts looking for an international head of IT which I posted in the Liberia Google Expats Group, Escape the City, our company Facebook page, my own Facebook page, and even on a US University Job Centre on a friend’s advice. 

Why was I spending time trying to find an international-level engineer that our company couldn’t even afford? Why were we letting our clients think our staff wasn’t up to the mark and, they that they could expect Western-educated, Masters degree holder to come and trouble shoot their IT problems for mere pennies? I’m referring to the time that was 2012-2014. In 2012, we had just moved to a swanky new office, literally from apartment to a loft-style space, bigger and more stylish, to match our dreams for global domination.  The drive at that point was to secure business, learn and adapt to our clients, and ensure we were meeting their needs. I was ready to internalise the more difficult clients’ critiques.

In 2014, we found a a Sierra Leonean Accountant in response to our advert. He was fantastic but he disappeared while I was stuck in Pakistan for several months due to the ebola outbreak.

Finally in 2015, we finally decided it was important to try to migrate to proper accounting software yet again. NATC had built up a large regular turnover with many diverse clients. It was time to take our bookkeeping into the 21st century.

At the beginning of the year, we were recommended to work with an accounting firm, recommended to us by one of our clients. This firm is managed by an expat and staffed with Liberian assistants. I had started working at Mercy Corps and, it was Haresh, our head of operations, who met with this company and, made the agreement. Initially, I was quite excited to know we were now working with a professional company to whom we had outsourced our bookkeeping. Surely, after all our failed efforts, we could now be sure we would finally have a modern bookkeeping system. What’s more, our premier client had trusted this fellow with their accounting needs.

This experience with this company was quite terrible. In the beginning, neither Haresh nor I looked deeply into the actual work they were doing. The head of the company, let’s call him Professional Expat Accountant, had delegated a junior staff to come in 3 times a week for filing and to fill in and print coversheets for petty cash expenses. He would come in now and then to actually post the transactions in Quickbooks himself. He would send us the Payroll every month. Professional Expat Accountant was always in such a rush and, seemed to have this air of respectability, professionalism that I imagined he was going to perform the job. A couple of times though Haresh told me he had passed some sarcastic remarks. A couple of times, he and I met to decide on some target results, to make sure we were on the track. The main thing his company was tasked to do was to migrate us to Quickbooks and, only start with the 2015 financial data. He was not expected to migrate any previous data. Ideally, we should have started from 2010, when NATC was registered and incorporated.

I asked him to produce a Profit and Loss statement for the first 6 months. He said he was working towards it but needed some receipts for some accounts. He made me a list and I went into the files and retrieved them. We have everything filed, even supermarket receipts for purchases less than $ 5.00. I was a little puzzled as to why we were paying him $ 600+ every month to do our bookkeeping and why he couldn’t go into our files. There were a few receipts and invoices (from our main supplier in the US with whom we do hundreds of thousands of dollars of business with), which took forever to get. But it was not as if there was no other corresponding records: there were e-mails, copies of foreign transfer remittance slips, Airway Bill Numbers, delivery notes, transactions related to the money we paid to FEDEX, etc. Our supplier was taking forever to send us official invoices and receipts for the goods he shipped us and for the funds he received but there was enough corresponding paperwork and evidence to still post the transactions in the system and to produce the overall summary we needed. The Professional Expat Accountant would use this as an excuse not to provide a financial statement and prove that his services were really valuable to us. I was getting quite angry at our supplier, my polite e-mails had escalated into frustrated rants. 

During this time, we left for 2 trips abroad and both the times, we asked the office assistant seconded to us by Professional Expat Accountant to act as an office manager. This lady was helpful during our absence by responding to our e-mails, following up on certain issues and, opening and closing the office. She goofed up a couple of times but did a passable job. 

In June or July, the Professional Expat Accountant told me that he was willing to second his senior staff who actually knew Quickbooks to our office so that they could more quickly finish the job at hand. He wanted to increase his monthly fee by $ 200.00. I should have put my foot down because he hadn’t really delivered anything until now. Somehow, I convinced Haresh and we entered into a new arrangement.

After this, quite cheekily, our friend asked us for office space. His company was initially working out of the client who initially recommended them. Since this client was closing down, they needed a space. 

“Synergy” is what came to my over-excited mind. I thought it would be a great working atmosphere to have another professional services company working in the same space. Also, the accounting fee was going to be reduced by a couple hundred bucks, from $ 850 to $ 650 (back where it was initially). It was clearly a win-win situation.

The Professional Expat Accountant started moving in. I was kind of surprised why he couldn’t use the same desk assigned to him previously. He insisted they wanted to move in his own desk and furniture. I told him I don’t want to spoil the aesthetics of my office and would appreciate it if they could just use the same desk. He asked “What aesthetics?” We tried to come to an agreement but he kept throwing sarcastic remarks at me. I told him, “ But I am a fussy person and don’t want my office space to get cluttered” and he retorted, “I can see you are fussy.” It was really quite shocking that he was so disrespectful and thought he would be able to throw his weight around, as if the $ 200.00 fee reduction was a favour to me. Where did he think he was going to be able to rent a space with electricity, Internet, toilet facilities, a common printer and printer and so much more for $ 200.00 in Monrovia? Following the heated discussion, which frankly left me shocked, I sent Professional Expat Accountant an e-mail to say he needs to remove his furniture and the arrangement was not going to work.

A couple days afterwards, he came in smiling and had his things removed. We never talked about it again. The pretense was about to end anyway.

Things finally fell apart when after all this time we finally decided to sit down and, look over the long-awaited Profit and Loss Statement. There were a lot of mistakes, which really aggravated us, given the already tense relationship. For instance, our equity was - $ 350,000. Our assets were less than a $ 3,000. We had hardly spent $ 1,000 on LEC, which was a gross error. And, best of all, we had made more than half a million dollars in gross profits. We blew our tops off. The junior accountant who gave us this report agreed it was a bad report. We sent an e-mail to Professional Expat Accountant and listed all the problems and asked for rectification. The boss said the report could only reflect what information was given to him. Then he promptly sent us his bill for $ 850.00. We again blew our tops and told him in e-mail that his fees could not be released unless he did his job. We met in person too but he would not agree to anything I said and, all he could hear was he was not going to be paid. He replied to my e-mail, almost insultingly and didn’t think he was at fault and deserved to be paid his fees.  We didn’t hear from him again and, that was the end of our experience of outsourcing accounting services. I still fume at our experience with Professional Expat Accountant.

Despite this rotten experience, I decided to put the word out again that NATC was looking for an Accountant. I used the old trusted medium of the Liberia Expats Google Group:
Dear folks,
NATC is looking for a qualified and experienced bookkeeper, well versed in Quickbooks, to manage our accounts. A part time arrangement is preferred. Excellent renumeration is on offer.
Please don't hit "Reply All."
Regards,
Farzana
I received quite a few applications including one excited phone call. This candidate sent in his CV by e-mail and came over the next day for an interview. A smart-looking young man with a surname from one of the eminent families of Liberia, he had a good CV.  His past experience included a stint as a Branch Manager in New York and Quickbooks as his skill. I asked him some basic questions and he replied confidently enough. Haresh and I interviewed him together and, although Haresh had reservations, I decided to give this fellow a shot. We hired him mid-way through the month and agreed to match his salary requirement.

After a few weeks, we realised he was actually NOT very good in Quickbooks AT ALL. He had posted the same transaction twice. He had made so many wrong entries. And, he seemed to be absent minded.  He wanted us to hire a friend of his to help him audit the books, rectify the accounts, and teach him Quickbooks. That friend of his was clearly looking for some extra bucks. As soon as he declared that his work would depend on the information we give him, we showed him the door. We had a meeting with our new Accountant and, decided to give him yet another chance.  He was going to do a bit of social media marketing for us, maintain filing and the ledger by hand, and some other random tasks. We agreed on a salary although later he cheekily adjusted it so he got what he wanted after deduction of taxes.

This new Demoted Accountant’s job was to enter transactions in the ledger, maintain it, file all paper work, prepare simple summary reports in Excel, take deposits to the Bank, interact with clients, and so on. The tasks were quite simple in my opinion and, I really wanted him to thrive in this role and make himself indispensible. He was absent-minded but extremely polite, cheerful with a friendly disposition.  I thought I needed to be patient, support and nurture him so over time I would have responsible, efficient and presentable office manager. Haresh and I are the faces that have to provide explanations, do the feedback with clients, interact with our banks and partners, so it would be nice for the company to have another face. I found myself to be patient with him and not be as tough as with my other staff. Some of his endearing goof ups included:
  1. Depositing cheques into the wrong account (over and over again)
  2. Sending the same e-mail over and over again to the same recipient
  3. Wrong filing
  4. Forwarding the wrong e-mail thread to a client
As hard as it is to believe, we kept overlooking these mistakes, giving constructive feedback and letting life be. The goal was to keep looking for an Accountant while nurturing this staff member. A company needs good people. A company needs clearly defined roles and a team to take responsibility for these roles.

My Demoted Accountant even had the chance to really put together a great event: the NATC-LivArts Technology Arts Competition. He had mentioned he was good at putting together events. Unfortunately, his efforts had as much impact as an inflated balloon. I ended up doing most of the work myself so that we would not fall behind schedule. His main contribution to the event was to make a nice speech when asked to during the Event.

Why and how did demoted Accountant leave NATC? Around the time of Christmas, when the cards were finally printed and ready for delivery, his job was to make sure they all got delivered. He simply had to organise the cards and get them delivered area by area i.e. Mamba Point, Sinkor, Bushrod Island, etc. We have a few junior staff as well as the tech team always going on site. He insisted on delivering the cards in Mamba Point himself on foot. I asked him why he wanted to walk around midday in the blistering heat. I wanted him to be at his desk and attend to more important things. He said he would be back in 15 minutes. He didn’t return until 2-3 hours later and then, took for his evening class. Oh yes, I forgot to mention he was taking classes in a subject completed unrelated to our company and was allowed to do so.

Anyway, on the following Saturday, our whole team was on site to do an Internet Services installation. Our Demoted Accountant had not shown up to work because initially, we were going to keep the office closed but we bagged this new business and asked our technical staff work on Saturday. When we arrive on site, who do we see on site? Our flustered Demoted Accountant was there, helping our new client move offices. Apparently, when delivering the Christmas card, he got some side business with our new client because he was also a Logistics guy. We were really angry that he was soliciting business with our clients, or rather hustling for work on the side while he was goofing up at work.

I was angry for a long time afterwards, at this young fellow and myself. I was angry that I had tolerated his goof ups, not thoroughly checked his references, and, instead of looking for a real Accountant, settled for a clown. I was also angry at this fellow for being so absent minded, disrespectful and thinking he could get away.

My sense of frustration peaked and, I desperately I reached out to the Sierra Leonean Accountant who had disappeared in 2014. He knew Quickbooks, was quite professional, was good at reporting, and had even conducted a professional training for a client in Microsoft Office and Microsoft Outlook. I contacted him by e-mail and we spoke on the telephone. We also exchanged messages on Whatsapp. His reasons for leaving in 2014 were kind of vague and, we agreed we would leave things behind. From his new CV it was clear he had not had any steady employment since he left us. I thought he had been too embarrassed to ask for his job back. We all agreed on his salary (same as before). He shortly arrived in Monrovia, sooner than even we expected. I reimbursed him for his fare from Freetown to Monrovia. It was Christmas time and, I invited him to my friend’s house to spend the day with us. After the holiday period, he was at his desk and quickly got to the job. He cleaned up the files, made the filing system a little simpler, and started posting the backlog of transactions into the system.

He was meant to be on probation for 3 months but we still paid his house rent in advance for a year.

Coincidentally, an opportunity to do the same kind of training he had conducted for us in 2014 came up again at a new client site. He conducted the same training. He did a great job and, we were quite happy to finally be able to get our Accounting back on track. He and I went over the 2015 Profit and Loss statement and although he had finished the backlog of transactions, there were some problems that I asked him to sort out. For instance, there were too many sub categories, which could easily be placed into one account. We agreed on some targets and he was to produce a final report before I left for Pakistan in early February. He was almost done but didn’t finish his work before I left. He finally finished something and Haresh was meant to check it in my absence. I don’t know if he did or not.

A couple of weeks before I was returning to Monrovia, Haresh told me our Accountant was MIA. Moreover, he had asked for a $ 100.00 salary advance. We tried calling him. We posted messages on the NATC Whatsapp Channel. No response until he surfaced to say he had to go back to Sierra Leone for family issues.

And that was that. I could not have been more livid, infuriated and angry at having trusted the same person twice. 

Now, I am again on the lookout for an Accountant “well versed in Quickbooks.” Can I say I am exhausted and fed up? Wish I could strangle all the Accountants in this world.

Thursday, 13 August 2015

OH! GOD #2 and Bossman Amos

OH GOD # 2 and Bossman Amos

Posted by: Haresh Karamchandani 

I travelled to Greenville, Sinoe County this Monday to install a Thermographic Camera at the port of Greenville for Ebola surveillance. The Ebola command arranged a seat for me on the UNHAS helicopter service.



I got to the airport at 8:30 AM and the fully loaded helicopter took off from Spriggs Payne airport at 9:30 after a 30 minute delay. In order to get to Greenville, we would have to go via Zwedru, Grand Gedeh County – Fish Town, River Gee County – Harper, Maryland County. The whole journey took 5 hours of take offs and landings. We finally landed at Greenville at about 14:30 hours.

It was raining Cats and Dogs and the whole airport tarmac was muddy, with no proper shelter available. I managed to get some local help to offload my heavy boxes of Thermographic equipment and secure them in a make shift tent. After calling the Port Manager and informing him of my arrival at Greenville, I was dismayed that he was out of town himself and that there were no port vehicles to come and fetch me from the airport.

I was lucky to get a lift from a UNICEF vehicle, the driver was kind enough to drop me to the port of Greenville safe and sound.

I got down to installation of the camera and equipment and was able to get everything done, besides training the same evening.

I had quite a relaxing night at the Mississippi Motel (even though the generator was just outside my room window), wonder how the human brain somehow can go into silent mode and all noises just vanish, once you are in deep sleep?  The next morning I was back at the port to carry out the training. 

This was completed by about noon.

The next UNHAS helicopter was due to arrive the next day. They make these trips only on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays. I thought it would be better to just hop on to a transport vehicle and start going back to Monrovia by road, since the work was completed and there were many important things needing my attention back home, including my darling babies. I asked a few locals on how much time would it take to get back to Buchnanan? What is the distance? How is the road condition? Etc, etc. I was told by most of them that the road was just “rehabilitated” since the President visited Greenville for the 26th of July Independence celebrations. One motorbike driver told me that he can make it to Buchannan within 2 hours and 45 minutes! This was all encouraging news and I decided to ignore some other talks, “ The President did not come by road, instead she flew in secretly and her convoy came by road” , “The road condition is very bad and many vehicles get stuck there for days”, My wife actually sent me a text message that read: “ I had a bad dream, do not come back by road, wait for the helicopter”.

I checked out of the Mississippi Motel, walked to the Monrovia car park which was just a few meters away and decided to book a space on the next available vehicle. A red pickup was fully loaded and ready to depart and I tried to convince the driver and transport union fellows to give me a seat on this car. They said that the Mayor herself was travelling and had booked this car for herself but I could get a seat on the next vehicle.

At that same time, in drove a very tough looking Toyota 4-Runner jeep with the inscription on it:


“OH! GOD #2”. The transport union guys said I could get a seat on this car, in fact the front seat, but I would have to pay for 2 passengers if I did not want to share the front seat. I agreed as it was LD2500.00 per head and paid them LD5,000.00 for the front seat.

Then I decided to get something to eat in preparation for the journey ahead and got myself an omlette sandwich with Fanti bread, loaded with Mayonnaise, ketchup, butter. This was a good hearty meal.
On returning back to the car, hoping that it was loaded and ready to depart the driver told me that they were waiting to get “one more passenger”. I told him, “no need to wait for one more passenger” “I will pay LD2000.00 and keep my suitcase on that space”. They agreed and we finally departed at about 2 PM.

The car was loaded with: Driver- AKA Bossman Amos, myself, 3 passengers on the back seat, 2 more passengers on the rear seat located where the booth is normally located, and the “carboy” standing on the rear bumper of the car. The luggage was carefully wrapped up in a tarpaulin and securely tied to the top of the car! We left Greenville.

A few kilometers down the road and we came across a motorbike guy, who begged that we should take his sister along. My permission was sought and I agreed if the motorbike guy would be able to produce his sister in 5 minutes time as we were already late. The bike guy rushed off and was back in less than 5 minutes with his sister and a mysterious blue plastic bag. This bag stuck to her like a part of her body throughout the journey. I suspect that it contained some diamonds or gold that she was taking with her to Monrovia to sell. I did not dare ask her. The girl was accommodated on the back seat. So now we had 4 adult passengers on the back seat.

About another 5 kilometers of driving over pot holes and we came to a check point. The Immigration officer asked to inspect my travel documents and I promptly showed him. Upon careful examination and after discovering that everything was valid, he had to find some fault like a diligent officer. Yes, he did! He asked me for the flag receipt copy for my residence permit!! I was quite impressed and amused. I told him that I did not have it with me and that it was at my office in Monrovia. His eyes flashed bright and he knew he had me! He said in that case I would not be able to travel through his check-post. I decided to play cool and acted as if I am getting off and told the driver to refund my money for 3 seats and offload my baggage. He did not expect that coming. He then said that I should find something for his softdrink, I refused. He then waved us on.

The same routine continued at all check points. Believe me, I did not bribe any Immigration officer on this trip!

On one of the check points, an immigration office approached us and said we should help take his sister and 2 more friends along. This was impossible I thought. But Bossman Amos had other plans. In a blink of an eyelid, this sister was “comfortably” accommodated on the seat in the booth with the other 2 passengers and my suitcase. And a friend was accommodated on the top of the car. Yes, on top of the car!! So now, we had the driver, Bossman Amos, Myself, 4 passengers on the back seat, and 3 on the booth seat and 2 on top of the car. Total passengers on board OH GOD #2: 11 + luggage.

I gathered the guts to question Bossman Amos: How can you ever take such a huge risk? How could passengers travel on top of the car, moving at a speed of 75-80 kms, (I could not tell the exact speed as the speedometer was not working)? Bossman Amos casually responded: “This is normal, and me myself when I was a carboy, I went through the same “training”, if my boy does not do this he will not learn!” End of questioning.

So, why was the carboy hanging at the back of “OH GOD #2”? Whenever Bossman Amos felt it was time to check the engine water levels, he would park aside and blow the horn, and the carboy (don’t know his name), with a huge smile would be in front of the car. Bossman Amos would tug on to a rope and the bonnet would open up and the carboy would top up the radiator water. Of course the carboy was available at any time to do whatever Bossman Amos desired.

We moved gradually from one village to another without incident till we go to ITI village. This was at the border of Sinoe county. It was 6 PM. We had driven for 4 hours without any issues and Bossman Amos decided it was time for a break and food. In retrospect I realize that this stop was taken in preparation for the “real” part of the journey. Bossman Amos knew what lied ahead and wanted to ensure that everyone had a full stomach to last the night.


After leaving ITI village, the bad road with huge potholes began. We could not go over 20-30 kmh, but that was fine as long as we kept moving.

At about 9 PM the first huge challenge lay in front of us. A 60° incline lay ahead of us and the road was extremely soggy and slippery. Bossman Amos got into his act and shifted the gears into “helper” mode. The car began climbing up and kept slipping to the right side nearly off the hill, but Bossman Amos apparently knew what he was doing and while all passengers were completely silent (some saying prayers, some expecting the worse, some just cool, with the carboy and his fellow passenger boy hanging on the bumper), OH GOD #2 made it to the top of the hill.

I thought, “ okay, we have made it over this tough part” hopefully that should be it. Remember, the President was on this road a few weeks ago, it cannot be worse than this”.

At about 10:30 PM I asked Bossman Amos: “How far are we from Buchannan?” He said about 1 and a half hour more to go. I felt that was great as if we got to Buchannan by midnight we could be in Monrovia by 2 AM. Then he came up with a bombshell. He announced that once we got to Buchannan he would stop the vehicle at Cotton tree junction and all of us would have to sleep in the car till day break. Everyone protested and wondered why? He explained that it would not be safe to reach Red-light Monrovia junction at 2 AM as the criminals would loot them. The passengers all agreed with him. I did not and insisted that we should not stop and continue till we reach Monrovia. He just smiled.

A few kilometers later, we came to an abrupt halt. The road was completely blocked. 2 tankers had gotten stuck and there was no way to pass. Bossman Amos announced that we would have to sleep until day break and until help arrived to clear off the road. I somehow managed to send a text message to my wife telling her that I was safe but was stuck and would not arrive till the next day. She said “ I told you not to take the road”.

I could not sleep.

I got off the car and decided to see if there could be a way to by-pass the regular road. I waded through the muddy road and got to the other side. There were a few more cars just waiting for the road to be cleared. I spoke to them and tried to negotiate with one of the drivers to turn around and take me back to Buchannan. No one agreed. I then saw a motorbike and went to speak to him to see if he would take me. He agreed. When I got back to my car to pick up my suitcase, Bossman Amos, strongly advised that I was being foolish and the motorbike guy would just plainly kill me on the road and dump me and take away all my stuff. I had to agree with him and abandoned my plan to travel by motorbike in the middle of the night.

It was 3:30 PM already, I could not sleep. I kept getting in and out of the car, while bossman Amos and the other passengers snored away.

Then I discovered that other car drivers were able to carve out a new road on the embankment using their shovels. One car actually managed to use this new way and got to the other side. I excitedly ran to bossman Amos and gave him the news. He told me to sleep. I told him “no ways” he should try this new road and not wait till morning. The other passengers woke up and also started begging him to give it a try.

He told all of us to get off the car and walk across.

Then he fired on OH GOD #2 and the engines screamed away in the still night. The car managed to get on to the embankment and a few moments later he had by-passed the tankers and got to terra -firma.
All of us ran up to the car and congratulated Bossman Amos for a job well done. We continued our journey to Buchannan and got there at 5 AM.

He refueled the car, topped up the water, everyone took an early morning leak.

We were now on the asphalt road. Bossman Amos drove at more than 100 kmph with the carboy hanging at the rear bumper and we got through all the check points.

We finally reached Marshall Junction at Robertsfield highway at about 8 AM. OH GOD #2 finally broke down. Bossman Amos parked on one side and the carboy got down to opening up the engine to fix the problem.

I got a private taxi, negotiated with him to take me to Randall Street, and transferred my suitcase and bid farewell to the ever smiling carboy (now completely covered in orange mud from head to toe), farewell to my fellow passengers. I offered to give them a lift but they said that they were fine.

I finally arrived home at 9 AM, took a hot shower and tucked into my comfortable bed and dreamt about the 19 hour long journey and wondered if the other passengers got home and when?


Monday, 3 August 2015

Wrist band flash drives

We recently completed an order for wrist band flash drives with ebola messaging. Check a sample out.

Note: the message was created by the client.