Friday, 19 November 2021

From RK Edits: Real Life Lessons

 

It has been sometime since we had something to read on this platform, hasn’t it? Here is the message then. Richie is still online.

There are several factors that contributed to this silence but the single most important one of them was that I have been struggling to manage my big transition. In case some of you may not know, I am currently two months into my postgraduate studies. Having to navigate through the logistics of moving from Malawi while taking online classes and trying to cover costs of critical things to do with the movement proved to be a bit too much. While I may not have fully recovered from the ordeal, life is better now and I am in the right headspace for writing yet another article. Greetings!

On the 23rd of July I wrote one interesting article on singleness. On the broadcast list, the link was accompanied by an announcement of my editing firm called RK Edits, which some of you have shamelessly blamed for killing Richie Online. I have been running the thing for about four months now and it has been an enriching experience from which I thought I could share some real life lessons.

Some of you may wonder as to how the idea of RK Edits came about. To keep a long story short, since I joined the academic world I have had to write a lot of applications for things. Some of you may not know this but I have applied for a lot of programs and scholarships and I have about 7 rejections on my resume. When I had had enough of the rejections, I consulted others and asked for their opinion on what they thought I could different to land a prestigious admission to a UK university and a scholarship to cover the costs. The response? Have someone to review whatever you write before submission. When I applied the advice, I did not only use it to perfect my applications. Along the way, I picked up the patterns of the editing and with time my supervisors who had invested time in working on my stuff started referring my peers who needed to have application documents reviewed. With time I started to offer the same services to friends, some of whom suggested that commercialize the same.

When I shared my intentions of opening RK Edits with some of my friends, I got interesting reactions. Some wondered if I ever would have the time for it. Others cautioned of people who access services but are not willing to pay, and issue I have been facing in my short commercial editing career. Others wondered why I was limiting my services to scholarships and job applications when the money was in writing essays and dissertations for peoples. Being an essay mill is where the money is at, in this business, I am told. The most interesting one, however, came from one of my recurring clients who cautioned me on the balance between passionately doing my work and just being a money hunter. I one the other hand was wondering what the reception would be like and little did I realize that this was a much needed service. There you are with lesson one, then. Never underrate your own talents and skills. Whatever hard and soft skills, when put to good use, can help someone. I have had people give me testimonies on how the CVs and applications I edited for them got them shortlisted and another share a story of how the motivation I fixed on the last minute landed them a Chinese Government scholarship. These stories are the ones that keep me from closing shop.

The second lesson I learnt along this way is that of the need for focus in everything you do. So… The thing is called RK Edits, right? RK Edits means that whatever goes on here is all about editing and perfecting documents and that is different from writing documents from scratch. But what if someone dangles a lot of money for you to write them a 30-page document on a topic that you could easily nail? The mistake I made at one point was to accept one of those jobs. Did I do it well? Reasonably. The problem came when the client received feedback and wanted me to keep on fixing until it got accepted as without flaw wherever they were going to submit it before I could get paid. In the end, I ended up giving up along the way and sleepless nights and a half-baked document later I went away empty handed. There you are then. Do not be like RK on this one. If you edit, stick to editing and don’t start anything else. Most of us who get into ventures get overwhelmed by good feedback, progress and prospects of expansion to the extent that we lose focus on the initial goal. I have learnt my tough lessons and I will adopt this to other areas of my life. Ukayendera nzengo usati asakhwi afumbula. Focus! One could also think about the same thing along the lines of expansions. It is not always that you have to expand your reach when doing something. Sometimes you need to keep your ministry to a small audience for maximum results.

For the longest time I have wondered as to what is the most appropriate thing to reward between effort and results. Think about this. When you are hiring someone to do some work for you, what you are looking and paying for is the actual result. The person doing the work may however have little to no interest in whatever you are doing together. All they need is the compensation for their time, effort and expertise. Time and again I have been approached by people who bring work, offering no immediate fixed payment but a share of money upon the success of their grant applications. Here is one deal from which you could demand a percentage of the money and walk away with some Daihatsu Mira money if successful. On the other hand, if it doesn’t work your mental sweat goes uncompensated. When I thought about this, I realized one thing. Sometimes we tend to have too much focus on the results and we in turn forget to appreciate the effort that goes into things. I write nice articles here and all Chikondi Sato and the Venomous Hope see are the typos and gross assassinations of the Queen’s language. Men are pushing and trying to keep their ladies happy and all the ladies can see is that he is not able to afford to take them to 21 Grill and sticks to places like KFC. I will not talk about you men, because you know how ungrateful you are and these women can bear testimony. This is not just about others. Personally, you need to learn to appreciate your effort when you give it everything even when things do not work out. There you are then. Lesson three. Learn to reward effort.

There is an interesting thing about the value of work. As I mentioned earlier, RK Edits started with pro bono work friends. At the time, I did not mind doing it for free for two reasons. Firstly, putting red ink on people’s documents is my favorite pastime as it is the only work in which I am able to put my fault-finding superpowers to some good. The second was that these were my friends who I knew and as such editing their CVs and application documents was easy. When the news of RK Edits went out, the people I started dealing with were knew. I had no prior interaction with them and some of them came from fields I was an alien to. Sorting out their documents was an uphill task and needed adequate compensation that some were not willing to give. Interestingly, on the other end of the spectrum are some clients who have added extra money to the fee I charged them after appreciating the work and others who have gone on to accuse me of undercharging for the services. I am yet to find the application of this lesson to RK Edits but an upward adjustment of the services is imminent. After all, the price of crude oil per barrel has gone up, hasn’t it? All I am saying here is that there is a value attached to your talents and time. You need to know the worth of your talents and time and reap the fruits thereof.

Reading this article, one may think that I have figured it all out and I am running RK Edits with ease but that is far from the truth. There is something interesting about the way I operate. If you come to RK Edits and ask for a review of your CV, the first question you will get is that of whether you want a general edit or you are targeting a specific application. If your answer is the latter, the next recommendation is that you should share the vacancy and the draft of your application letter for editing. Two reasons for that. The first is that I would like to have two application documents of matching (not marching) quality and the second one is that the extra document means extra money. The trouble with this is that sometimes you find yourself looking at documents from people who have slim to no chances of being shortlisted for jobs and you may end up finding yourself wondering whether to do the editing, get your money and walk away or to tell them the truth that they should leave the whole thing alone. In the end, I apply the philosophy I use when I have slim chances myself. Wonder what I do? I go on to apply and ask myself one question. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?” In this case, an edited application letter and a CV is still a win for them even if they do not get in. And then there are people who do not pay for services. Still not sure of what to do with those ones.

I almost forgot one important lesson from RK Edits. If there is another important thing I have learnt through this whole thing, then it is that Julius Malema made an important point when he reminded all of us that we should not expect everyone to love us because we are not money. You would just be there editing documents and sharing tips about writing but people will somehow throw subliminal verbal shots at you for doing it. It will happen to you if it is not already happening. Ignore.

There we are then. Richie Online is still alive and well and operating from some cold corner of the planet. The articles will keep coming albeit with less consistency and frequency. I will not be closing shop at RK Edits but I have for sure stopped aggressive promotion of the work. More importantly, I have learnt some important lessons from doing this work. I hope you have too.

Friday, 27 August 2021

Conversations: More Random Thoughts

 

Our secondary school days were interesting days because we had people from different backgrounds. The interesting thing was that we had people who were very young and very old sharing classes and the age differences could be huge unlike now when the ages are on the lower side and more homogenous among school and classmates. Our class had one of those oldies. He was a jolly good fellow from the Lower Shire and despite his nice sense of humour this good man refused to chat with the youngest of us. As he liked to say, kucheza ndi mwana ndi chimodzimodzi kucheza wekha. The good man equated talking to a kid to “conversing alone” if we have such a term in English. Time and again I find myself remembering his words which make more sense now more than ever because having a conversation has become a bit of a superpower nowadays.

The Venomous Hope whose written tantrums I have been lazy enough to let you read when unable to write observed that the message of my articles has been coming in duplicates and triplicates after the 150th article. I should say it here that I have a feeling that I may have said this before but you have to understand why I write these things before you can blame me for complaining about the same things over and over again. And yes! This is a complaint.

If you are not part of the Sunday team (the group of people that read Friday articles on Sundays), you have probably gotten a message that someone misses you by this hour. If you have not, you are not missing out a lot because 9 out of the 10 people that have gotten the message have received it from people who do not mean it. Over the years, I got curious about what people meant when they said they missed me. In what was a mini social experiment, I decided to be asking each and every person who claimed to miss me to tell me why exactly they missed me. Interestingly, many were unable to give me convincing answers while the few that were honest enough missed me for traits that I cannot be proud enough to mention in this piece. I will park this for now.

On one Friday sometime in 2019 I happened to be at work as usual. Rather unusually, however, I was away from my phone for a couple of hours. When I came back to it, there were a number of missed calls and many messages. Some of the messages were from some of you who always ask me for articles as if you pay for these services but the more interesting ones were from some young students I had met at a party the week before. Now… I am a reasonable man and if you invite me to a small gathering and tell me to bring a bottle, I will come with a bottle. That is a memo most people do not get so bringing a bottle becomes a symbol of status of sorts. That is what the people got and it got cemented when we decided to go out to some pub where I bought a round of drinks. We exchanged numbers and for some reason these people thought I was one direct pipeline from Castel Malawi to their cup… SO they sent their “mwasowa big” stupidities and went on to ask if I was buying them drinks. People can ignore you for the whole week and decide to say hi only when they need drinks, “buy one, get one free” pizzas and money for transport to wherever they want to have fun on the day. Ladies. How about those ones who only call when they would like to have sex? Am I overstepping?

Here is the thing then. I have always bubbled about how important conversations are in sustaining any meaningful relationship. The time I was starting to write this, I was in diner at Shoprite having breakfast with my dad who happened to drop by to hear how I was doing and to update me on what was going on with his life. The day before I had a one-hour chat with my boss who, after our team meeting just wanted to know how I was doing personally. I have friends and for most of them I try to make time to call or text just to check on how they are doing and I have people who check on me because some of us have understood that people need to interact as often as they need to interact and not as often as they need each other. The modern day society has two problems, though; we have people who are not able to hold normal conversations with friends and family and we have people who can only initiate the same when they are in desperate need (using this word because I have never seen anyone write “want” after “desperate”) of something.

Take the issue of not being able to sustain a normal conversation. I am sure you have those friends with whom conversations are limited to greetings and asking each other what each of you have consumed as the meal for the time. I am not saying that it is wrong, but that becomes boring and in the end the friendship dies a natural death. I personally am not good at sustaining friendships because being my friend can be intellectually demanding; I want to switch my stories from discussing who is the better comedian between Joe Roggan and Bill Burr through a review of Joe Biden’s policies to the previous weekend’s performance by Arsenal. It goes further from there. After 2 hours we need to debate on which one is better between the Mitsubishi X2 and the Marchetti SF-260 in a dogfight before we discuss why Adobe Audition is a better software than CuBase. At the end of the night we have to brainstorm on how we can use Python code to prove that the Collatz Conjecture is wrong. I know that I am extreme but if you can’t talk about that, then you should at least be able to discuss movies, politics, sports, career, literature or something of that sort on a level that can sustain a long chat. I think that is not too much to ask.

This whole thing of remembering our friends only when we have a serious need is also a big issue. While some may endure us whenever we just come guns blazing putting our emergencies and useless cravings on them, the tendency creates unhealthy relationships. Think of this. When a boxer is preparing for a fight, there is a wide range of equipment that is used in the training from weights and skipping ropes and whatever else they use there. There are two things that are used to strengthen the arms; the punching bag and a sparring partner. While both the sparring partner and the bag are punched, the major difference between a punching bag and a sparring partner is that a sparring partner punches back while the bag does not. I would like you to think of your friends as sparring partners and punching bags.

If you are to take it back to the day’s discussion, a punching bag would be the one with whom one cannot have and sustain meaningful conversations. A punching bag is that person who always comes to you for their needs while you hardly direct benefit from them. A sparring partner is, on the other hand able to sustain meaningful conversations while enriching you spiritually, academically, professionally, financially. Muziletsana.

I could go on and on with this but all I am doing is mourning the existence of meaningful conversations. Chatting used to be a thing before humans limited their interaction to small talk full of typos, immediate gratification, empty chit-chats and asking for favours.

The fellow from Lower Shire once said that being in the company of children is like being alone and having a conversation with them is like conversing alone. I will add to this that having conversation with people who do not know how to is worse than having a conversation with a toddler. Know why? When you are dealing with the latter you know what you are dealing with while the same is not the case for the former. Ladies and gentlemen. Join me, this weekend in cutting contact with people who never go beyond small talk and parasitism. It will save us a whole lot of trouble, time and money. 

Happy weekend!


Dedicated to my very good friend, Miss Palmer.