On having nothing good to say.
A client just told Bertrand and I that he’s moving to Ghana because Benin is dysfunctional. Corruption, la jalousie, and the day-to-day difficulties of doing business seem to be chasing entrepreneurs to Accra and Paris. He couldn’t understand why we stay, why I’d agree to immigrate here, and how we manage to stay above water.
I don’t really have anything to say about this. No analysis. No nothing. Just sadness. He’s not the first, and he won’t be the last.
I feel like I have nothing positive to say today, and that makes me sad too.