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STOP MILKING A CHICKEN
Are you employed and find that you are stuck in the “pay cheque to pay cheque” life style? Are you looking for a job hoping that landing a job will make you rich? Are you a two-income family, but your combined income is barely enough to meet your financial obligations? Are you a student (with or without a student loan burden) hoping that your future job will make you financially independent? Being locked in the “Employer-Employee box” will not make you wealthy.
As employees there are limiting forces, from society and within ourselves that tend to lock us up in the pay cheque to pay cheque life style; while we spend our own inner wealth creating wealth for the employers and expecting our jobs to somehow make us wealthy, Such an expectation would be like trying to milk a chicken – if it is milk that you need, go look for a cow.
Dr. Ekisa uses the absurd but powerful stop milking a chicken metaphor to highlight forces that limit your ability to create wealth for yourself, and guides you through the journey of discovering your own wealth hidden by limiting forces. He’ll show you that through changing your thinking, you can start re-investing your inner and outer assets that you’ve been using to make your employer rich. If you can create wealth for your employer, you surely can create wealth for yourself too.
LIFE EXPERIENCES FOR MILKING A CHICKEN
When I first met Thoko, a decade ago, she had been working for a taxi company for over ten years. We got talking about her work, her dreams and life in general. Later I made an observation that she already had everything she needed to start creating wealth for herself. She agreed but added that her greatest obstacles were that she had no capital and had been repeatedly turned down by banks. She was also reliant on the dispatch facility that the company offered her. I told her that money was not a problem, provided she knows or could identify someone who knows how to work the system and could open a door for her. She shook her head and laughed. When she drove me to the airport on my way out I told her, tongue in cheek: “If you are still an employee the next time I meet you, I will send you ‘upstairs.’ “You mean you will send me to my ancestors?” she promptly enquired. “Yes” I agreed. We had a good laugh. Six years later I was in her city again. I called her to pick me up the next morning. She was in the hotel lobby waiting when I was ready. I didn’t see her car. Instead she led me into a new and bigger car. She said that she had identified somebody who knew someone who introduced her to person who knew an empathetic financier. She had a fleet of four cars, including an eight-seater tourist van. She was also grooming three young drivers who operate her cars. When I last saw her two years later, she had acquired another vehicle. Thoko had successfully broken through the ceiling and was on her way to becoming independently wealthy.
