<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30290608</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:52:54.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peoplecentric Management</title><subtitle type='html'>every morning in africa, a gazelle wakes up. it knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.
every morning a lion wakes up. it knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.
it doesn't matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle.
when the sun comes up you better start running</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mukorosimeon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30290608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mukorosimeon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Simeon 'Mukoro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07028336180587629372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30290608.post-4620676193004792789</id><published>2007-05-25T11:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:22.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nairobi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/Rla4Hp6dy7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1_81yXUlpTI/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068440872301743026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/Rla4Hp6dy7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1_81yXUlpTI/s400/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30290608-4620676193004792789?l=mukorosimeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mukorosimeon.blogspot.com/feeds/4620676193004792789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30290608&amp;postID=4620676193004792789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30290608/posts/default/4620676193004792789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30290608/posts/default/4620676193004792789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mukorosimeon.blogspot.com/2007/05/nairobi.html' title='Nairobi'/><author><name>Simeon 'Mukoro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07028336180587629372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/Rla4Hp6dy7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1_81yXUlpTI/s72-c/DSC01141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30290608.post-116762925037235508</id><published>2007-01-01T05:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:45:35.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4051/3246/1600/179594/3D-eyes-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4051/3246/320/444713/3D-eyes-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU SEE AS THE PURPOSE OF LIFE ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everyday that passes by, leaves me with this re-occuring line, "&lt;strong&gt;what do you see as the purpose of life&lt;/strong&gt;?" and every other moment, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;get to ask people the same question, if you are reading my blog at the moment , do you mind giving me your response to this grueling question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Looking through the labyrinths of life, the sudden burst of economic activities at sunrise all over the world, the continous race for time, and the endless pursuit of man for heart desires, that mosttimes, leaves our lives lacerated with all sorts of skemishes; like divorce, heart breaks, illness, suicide and even deaths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;At the ebb of our lives, in quiet of our morning, we crave for life's pleasures and the single thought of a means of achieving this is by acquiring wealth. We toil in all our youth, globe trot, searching rutlessly for pleasures (so we thought) not minding whose Ox is gouge and after acquiring this, we then get an hacienda on the country side, where we can resign and wake up in the quiet of the morning just like it was at the ebb of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The Bill Gates of stupendous wealth, boxed competitors to their agonies, all in a bid to make money and on making it, he decides to give it all away, Warren Buffett was even the more amusing one , making all the money and gives them to Bill Gates to help him donate to charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yet it is in this same life that we have the likes of Mohandas Gandhi. In my reverie, I get to ponder a lot about the place of fulfillment in all this, would you say Gandhi was a more fulfilled man when compared to Bill?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well if you ask me, I will say, my response depends heavily on what you see as the purpose of life. so please lets relate, share with me your response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30290608-116762925037235508?l=mukorosimeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mukorosimeon.blogspot.com/feeds/116762925037235508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30290608&amp;postID=116762925037235508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30290608/posts/default/116762925037235508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30290608/posts/default/116762925037235508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mukorosimeon.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-do-you-see-as-purpose-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Simeon 'Mukoro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07028336180587629372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
