My name is Hassan. I run a small transport company here in Mombasa, close to Nyali. For a long time I worked with a big importer called Salim. He had several wholesale shops on Digo Road. People used to respect how well he did in business. Over time, though, more folks started wondering about his ways. Salim had this habit that annoyed a lot of people who dealt with him. He held onto profits too tightly. When a joint deal finished, payments came late. He would change numbers in the books or say there were sudden losses. Suppliers grumbled among themselves but stayed quiet. His connections made it hard to speak up.
He seemed to think money gave him control, and control kept everyone silent. Last year he got into one of the largest fertilizer import deals through the Port of Mombasa. It was a group effort. Several investors put in money and waited for their share. What happened instead was different. Most of the money went into accounts no one could see. Salim told the partners the shipment lost heavily on port fees and other costs.
Talk started among those who lost out. A few asked for clear records. Others told him straight that too much greed brings trouble. Salim just laughed. He said business isn’t about giving things away. Three nights after that, something odd took place. The next morning Salim got to his office early to sort out the next load. When he reached the glass front door he stopped dead. The whole entrance was covered in a thick, moving layer. At first he figured it was mud or rubbish stuck there. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=37309
