𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
It is redrawn in every meeting you attend, every email you send, every investor update you give, every strategic omission you choose, every carefully chosen phrase you speak.
Diplomacy is the courage to be clear without being cruel.
Duplicity is the cowardice to appear kind while avoiding honesty.
The modern market is becoming a lie detector. Not perfectly. Not instantly. But steadily. Employees archive conversations. Consumers investigate supply chains. Reputation now travels at network speed.
The only enduring advantage is alignment. Alignment happens when your private convictions, public words, and operational actions can survive being placed in the same room together.
Choose carefully.
Because when the time comes, and the time will come, the market will choose too.
Read more in the Business & Financial Times. I enjoyed this one 👉 https://t.co/X1WmzSMdQe
Have a restful weekend!
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠!
𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝.
This modern crisis is not merely that people lie.
The deeper crisis is that institutions increasingly reward those who can imitate sincerity while remaining detached from truth altogether.
We have entered an era where perception often outperforms principle, at least temporarily.
That is why the line between diplomacy and duplicity matters more than ever.
We explore and define that line in today's article.
I hope you enjoy the read. I enjoyed diving into this one 👉 https://t.co/VDiQwxVLLh
Have a great week ahead!
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠!
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.
The question is whether the performance serves truth or conceals it.
That distinction is the thin, trembling line between diplomacy and duplicity.
In every boardroom, cabinet meeting, investor call, and family business succession plan, people are constantly editing reality before presenting it to others.
No executive says everything they think.
No politician reveals every calculation.
No founder narrates every fear to employees.
Civilisation itself depends on some level of restraint.
But where is the line? WHAT is the line?
And that is the subject of my next article I'll be writing this weekend here 👉 https://t.co/tfdTzT3b6X
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠!
Global power today is no longer just about military strength or economic size. It is also about diplomatic gravity.
Within days, Beijing hosted President Trump for high-stakes talks on trade, Taiwan, AI, Iran, and strategic competition… and then today, Xi Jinping welcomes President Putin for another major round of engagements, generally the same range of topics.
It reflects how China is positioning itself at the centre of an increasingly fragmented international order, engaging rivals simultaneously while carefully avoiding full alignment with either bloc.
What can you and I learn from this?
Modern engagement is no longer defined by simple alliances or binaries. Today’s world is shaped by simultaneous competition, cooperation, interdependence, and strategic ambiguity.
In short, be China. Distrust does not eliminate engagement. Just be careful, mindful, and strategic.
Read more in the Business & Financial Times 👉 https://t.co/tfdTzT3b6X
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠!
𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐥 #𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐌𝐫𝐬𝐀𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐃𝐚𝐲 🌍❤️
In this picture is where she has always been, right by my side.
And yes, I am clearly the stubborn one.
I’m the guy who continuously somehow turned every conversation into, “Wait… what do you think about this business idea?”
I’m the one who has been all over the place and putting too much on our plate.
I’m the one with the chaos because, fun fact: every entrepreneur is a little bit crazy.
But God handpicked this one for me.
She is the calm in the middle of my storm.
She is my oasis when I feel like I’m drowning in the sands of life.
And she’s also good with numbers but she is waaay smarter than I am.
If you ever wonder where my balance comes from, it’s her.
I still don’t know how she can spot risk from a mile away.
She doesn’t wing it. No guesswork. She orchestrates the intricate processes of a bigger vision, from inception to flawless execution.
And that is why I give anyone and everyone a free pass to SLAP ME THREE TIMES the day you hear Yvonne and I are divorced! 👋👋👋
Because this woman right here has built a full career in corporate, local and overseas, raised our two kids, and still somehow continues to put up with my endless “wait… I have an idea!”
Today, I celebrate my wife, my best friend, my high school sweetheart of 20 years all the way from @AchimotaSchool to London School of Business and Finance (@LSBFeducation).
She’s always been there.
So Happy Happy Birthday! I wish you all of life’s joys and blessings. I love you Ivy! 🖤
Live long and prosper! 🖖
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𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.
It’s my wife’s birthday on Friday and I am realising more and more how my relationship with my mother has shaped my relationship with Yvonne.
My mum loved to dance.
At the least good news, she’d break into a dance that would have all of us on the floor laughing 😅
She loved football. You know how when there’s an attack and the anticipation builds, someone starts shouting “goal… goal… goal…” and then when it goes in you’d hear “GOOOOOAL!!!”
Yeah that was Auntie Cecilia for you.
Oh and she loved wrestling. She thought it was real. To her credit, we all thought wrestling was real for a loooong time.
When The Undertaker came on, she’d scream my name and pull my shirt in excitement.
She loved sitting on the floor when she was excited. From watching Akan Drama, to Nollywood movies, to our little tête-à-têtes, we’d sit on the carpet like buddies.
And that’s how I remember my mum, as my buddy.
So before I celebrate my wife this week, I want to celebrate my mum first, my first buddy, my first example of strength, and one of the greatest joys of my life.
From my mum, I developed a deep respect for what a woman can do, showing me from a young age that a woman can control the room as much as a man can, and still fill it with warmth, joy, and laughter.
Looking back now, I realise the way I love and celebrate Yvonne was shaped by my mum first.
Looking at this picture… yeah I now understand why they asked for my age every. single. time! 😅
Your ideas need ‘grey hair verification’ to be taken seriously in Ghana often times and that’s the uncomfortable truth.
Still happens. Just not as much as before.
Thankfully after some decades, stress is really sponsoring my 24-hour grey hair supply 😂